<?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-3057370264052498643</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:25:30.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></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-3057370264052498643.post-1651495221046923255</id><published>2010-03-03T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:17:47.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should really just delete this cause i dont bother posting anymore. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1651495221046923255?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1651495221046923255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-really-just-delete-this-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1651495221046923255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1651495221046923255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-really-just-delete-this-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-4540230647222410635</id><published>2010-02-05T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:03:29.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Who you are is who you are. We’re liars. We’re thieves. We’re addicts. We take our happiness for granted until we hurt ourselves or someone else. We hold grudges. And when faced with our mistakes, we reinvent the past. We reinvent ourselves. At least we try. We’re prideful, and we’re lustful, and we’re incredibly flawed. And eventually, our flaws catch up to us.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been okay i guess. ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning assemblys announcement amused me highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i decided to skip mos burger yesterday, eh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la fine, wont suan you guys anymore. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the com lab and researched on nutrients found in food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was separated into groups, with different types of food given to each group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegetables and fruit to one group,&lt;br /&gt;dairy products to another,&lt;br /&gt;meat,&lt;br /&gt;junk food, and&lt;br /&gt;drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to eat whatever we got after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM JEALOUS OF THE GROUPS WHO GOT POPCORN CHICKEN AND CHOCOLATE. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i ate grapessssss. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i suddenly remembered my grape dream. HAHAHA. simpsonz - do you guys remember? HAHAHA. omg we were so young then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, amaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YEO FORGOT THERE WAS A LESSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most awesome period of my life. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss yeo finally came ten minutes before the lesson ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt some random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chinese ca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha whatever dont care ready. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just before it, ain came running into the classroom, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: omg ain what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;Ain: I DONT KNOW I MISS YOU. like during lit, i dont know why i started to cry and i thought about 2e1 and everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Ting: eh. why your friend cry?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: cause she misses me. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Ting: HUH?!?! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-turns to ain-&lt;/span&gt; are you really crying cause you miss her?&lt;br /&gt;Ain: what? YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww ain. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to cry during the stupid paper. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too okay. CANT WAIT FOR NEXT FRIDAYYYYYYY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, ate with peeps and talked about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy was SO AWESHUMZ. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussed class motto and tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA I REALLY FIND A CERTAIN CLASS'S MOTTO DAMN AMUSING LUH. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not say it here in case i get hate mail. HAHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went SOOOO high with chengting, valerie, nicole lim and nicole teo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and abby too, kinda. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm mo kept coming to tell us to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept blaming nicole lim. HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omg, i think mdm mo thinks im going to fail chinese horrendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause of my cough, my voice was totally crazy and kept going high and low at random moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN I SPOKE CHINESE, MY HANYUPINGYING WAS TOTALLY OFF. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm mo was staring at me in complete shock while everyone laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i kept saying the most retarded stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept calling kristin 'kristen'. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so sorry! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs loy made me run to 3e2 to hand them some maths stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took my time to walk and peer into classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were having their chinese ca, so just went back with the worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loy: ...i wonder if she got LOST or something, haiyoh! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-sees me approaching-&lt;/span&gt; OH. THERE SHE IS!&lt;br /&gt;Me: hi mrs loy! :D theyre having chinese ca, so i couldnt pass them the worksheets. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loy: HAIYOHHH. and you sound so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: i walked one whole round for nothing! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-as i'm walking back to my seat, i suddenly let out a spastic giggle-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-class laughs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loy: this one uhhh! one of the cheeky ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I WAS JUST HIGH FROM LEGACY OKAY. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so after school, went to 3e1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked blah, got hugs, then went to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so empty today. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate and stuff, talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel dont get your raybands. not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA AND I MET JOSEPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most random thing to happen at macdonalds. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-suddenly looks up and sees some dude pointing at me-&lt;/span&gt; wth?&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: LAVELLE LEE! HAHA I KNEW IT. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[or something like that. didnt hear properly HAHA.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: JOSEPH TAY! HAHA I KNEW IT. I KNEW I'D SEE SOMEONE HERE TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, damn spastic seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about his jc life, esther, chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go vjc. really. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played 'tik tok' on jodies taptap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE SHE BOUGHT SO MANY SONGS LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad wont even let me buy one. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun to play. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jamie, nicole and samantha went nuts playing the toilet paper game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where like. you basically unroll this roll of toilet paper, and do it in the fastest time possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie is a freak of nature and can do it under 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freak. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to explore pp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epicentre first, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie, jodie and rachel were spazzing over the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole, samantha and i decided to see how absorbed they were in what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i stormed out of the epicentre,&lt;br /&gt;samantha stood outside it for like a minute, and&lt;br /&gt;she and nicole fake-coughed their lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one head turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read baby books with jodie and sam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i love them okay. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home earlyish, cause i felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah, church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: hello. &lt;br /&gt;Me: hi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-we burst out laughing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: shhh ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch hansel and joshua play pingpong and read my lit book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIT BOOK IS DAMN COOL DID YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i feel a tad uncomfortable reading it, cause it totally warps christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi im here now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i'm so so so so SO sorry dude, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more daoing, k? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i'll be nicer. HAHAHAHA. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheer up, you.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i cant help. ):&lt;br /&gt;stay strong no matter what, okay?&lt;br /&gt;love you always. no matter how many "retarded" replies i get from you. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HI SIMPSONZ I MISS YOUUUU. ):&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for the 12th, omg. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;lets all go crazy together, okay?&lt;br /&gt;love you guys ttm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i end here. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel awesome now. :)&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;i&gt;to my ex-best friends, dont know how we grew apart: where are you now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-4540230647222410635?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4540230647222410635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-are-you-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4540230647222410635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4540230647222410635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-are-you-now.html' title='where are you now?'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6057819645803979130</id><published>2010-02-04T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:03:31.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear bloggie,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanim. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LOL UMMIRAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im posting, finally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few days have been quite fun i guess, but no time to post. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause ive been a good girl and rushing homework, studying etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if youre wondering whats with my post title, its simply because we did a passage in english from the diary of anne frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told nicole how in p4, i refused to read it once i found out she named her diary &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kitty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i got pissed off. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Kitty..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: its like. when i blog, do i start with dear &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BLOGGIE&lt;/span&gt;?! no, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole got so amused by that, and made me promise to start my next post with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bloggie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been okay i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant bother with school. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, hung out with sasha and glenda in their classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam came, screamed and hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met our minah/bimbo friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked for a while and everything, then headed to magic wok with glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate ice cream, chatted, did work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then shaikhazahwahainrinyhanismeenah came, talked for a while and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meenah stayed with us while the rest went to tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did more work, talked more, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICHOLAS AMUSED ME AGAIN TODAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taylor swift was on ellen, so i went to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed him and valerie while watching, commented about her and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: eh. does she like the twilight guy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA. dude. she was dating him. they recently broke up. so now shes single (I KNOW YOURE SMILING!).&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: i'm only smiling because i was right that she liked him before.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHA. RIGHTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love him ttm. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slept. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry im a pig. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did homework, revised maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese ca tmr, im going to screw it hahahaha whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain, you suck. HAHA. you know why. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpsonz I MISS YOU PEOPLEEEEE. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg can we pleasepleaseplease go out. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate how busy we are. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO WATCH VALENTINES DAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. look at all the starssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, im having the worst cough right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been hacking my lungs out during class everyfrickingday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry people who constantly hear me. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im really tired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my posts always end so abruptly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6057819645803979130?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6057819645803979130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-bloggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6057819645803979130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6057819645803979130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-bloggie.html' title='dear bloggie,'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-1681693658159547676</id><published>2010-01-31T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:00:01.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont take your chances with circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel everything and nothing all at once. Sometimes you’ll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time. At times you can absolutely love a person, all the while wanting to hate them. Life comes without guarantees, except that smiling will brighten your face, laughing will enhance yo...ur eyes, and falling in love will change your life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikhas fb status, wherever she got it from. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post before i get swallowed in my homework avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all the screaming and enthusing about BLG yesterday, as well as singing non-stop at my grandparents house, my voice is no longer sexy and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i sound like a constipated toad. or a really old man who hasnt talked in forty-six years, 3 months and 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forty-six years, 3 months and 8 days EXACTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was awesome fun today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my group: hongyao, charlene, joash, nicholas, joseph, gabriel, keith, zeph, austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were crapping the whole way. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motion: i can be a good christian, even as i follow the trends of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hardly focused on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, nicholas asked me about taylor swift, and went to watch the HD you belong with me mv again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the guys went to laugh at him because of my duck earphones, which he had sticking out of his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we won the debate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOO, go us! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toldya nothing works like an improvised debate speech. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, let ben watch videos on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad at the kevjumba and nigahiga ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was halfway through 'stuck in the drive-thru' (HAHA, YES), when i left. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry ben. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought pepper lunch, went home ate, then slept like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was SUPPOSED to wake up at 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when that came, i changed the alarm to 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then i just turned it off completely and slept until like. 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a pig. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, then ive been online since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY went on a dling spree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nice songs now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should go do my homework and everything, because everyones scolding me for being online. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONGCHENGTING, you damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOOK FOR APPLES!"&lt;br /&gt;"WHERE?! WHERE?!"&lt;br /&gt;"eh, brb. drink water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokayokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OFF TO THE BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and my new songs. this might sound a tad lag, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;me&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;six is the love. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- edit -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA VALERIE JUST TOTALLY TOUCHED ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*kay i shall leave in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;*HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*haha sure.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*:D&lt;br /&gt;*i am a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;*AHHA.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*yeah i know.&lt;br /&gt;*(:&lt;br /&gt;*HEE.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*woah first time someone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*ITS TRUE LA.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*WOAH SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;*YOURE INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*no im not.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*o__O&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*im serious.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO ONE EVER SAYS IM A GOOD GIRL&lt;br /&gt;*LIKE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*even though you always like joke joke in class but when comes to work right, you'll do one.&lt;br /&gt;L-A-V-E-L-L-E. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;*awwww, omg im so touched!&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;           (VAL)     says:&lt;br /&gt;*like even if you dont pay attention whatever but when you come home you'll do your homework, even if its staying up to do! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you hear that, world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a good girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&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;i&gt;you traded all your memories to appreciate it all without your mind just feeling trapped&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1681693658159547676?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1681693658159547676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-take-your-chances-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1681693658159547676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1681693658159547676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-take-your-chances-with.html' title='dont take your chances with circumstances'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2883590075238325323</id><published>2010-01-30T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:03:15.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i can't whisper all of this</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been amusing. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church in the morning was a spastic affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched ridiculous videos with esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nicholas came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: whats with your voice?&lt;br /&gt;Me: boys like girls concert. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: WAH SEHHHH! WHY DID EVERYONE GO FOR IT. D:&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: how was it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-explodes into a tirade-&lt;/span&gt; OMG IT WAS AWESOMEEE! THEY SANG LIKE. I GOTTA FEELING, THEN LOVE DRUNK...&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: OKAY I WISH I DIDNT ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: did they sing two is better than one?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: WAS TAYLOR SWIFT THERE?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: no. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: WAH SAD LA! WHY I WANT HER THERE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: you like taylor swift?&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-pause, then faraway dreamy smile-&lt;/span&gt; she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i watched the high-def 'you belong with me' music video with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked at taylor swift, i looked at lucas till. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE WOULD NOT STOP SMILING WHILE WATCHING HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really. it was just like me when i watched those guys i thought were hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO AMUSED HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas, i completely love you for making my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, talked to xiongle and shifu and nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-randomly explodes-&lt;/span&gt; EH XIONGLE! YOU GOT SWEETS!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMG I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at us and reaches into his pocket, pulls out two hacks-&lt;/span&gt; you know, EVERYONE always asks me for sweets! theyre all like, 'xiongle! give me sweets!' AND I NEVER GET ANY SWEETS BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh omg! xiongle - your sweets are damn awesome la. MY THROAT FEELS BETTER ALREADY.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: oh, WOW. should i be HONOURED? O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate him and his sarcasm. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did homework with charlene and stuff, then slept. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO HOWWWW. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to touch chinese. like at all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i was like so tired i swear. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then studied a little more, went to grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, talked about dontknowwhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we relived our childhood! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started cause ben was looking for games to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started naming all the stupid games we played in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cartoon network and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN WE MOVED ON TO BIMBO GAMES. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i wonder how many of you remember like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythinggirl.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;divastarz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pollypocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myscene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pixelchick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so played them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben was like o________o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joash was so amused. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but omg, the myscene girls all look bloody stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and divastarz is EXACTLY THE SAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE TO SIX YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was stunned. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ate ice cream to celebrate bens (belated) birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided that WE WILL NO LONGER HAVE CAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only ice cream, famous amos cookies, and ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family's awesome. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home, hi im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really be doing work, but i am so damn tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desiree, i cant believe you were offered TICKETS TO FRICKING MUSE, ALONG WITH BACKSTAGE PASSES. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, saosinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, fingers and toes are still crossed yeah ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;we're only ashes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2883590075238325323?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2883590075238325323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-cant-whisper-all-of-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2883590075238325323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2883590075238325323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-cant-whisper-all-of-this.html' title='but i can&apos;t whisper all of this'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3499955363825275698</id><published>2010-01-29T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T22:42:25.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i used to be love drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS OMG OMG OMG AAHHHHH!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, back again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my updates will be laggy from now on. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just abandon this whole thing. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS LIKE GIRLS CONCERT WAS FRICKIN-TASTIC. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda lost my voice. HAHA. its damn sexy now. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to revive my blog, i'm gonna bore you with details of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to vivo at 3.45. nicole was &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to meet me at four, so i hung around and looked at stuff first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into all the nice shops and stared at nice clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept telling myself "NO MORE BUYING, LAVELLE." HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to toysrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SO MUCH STUFF FROM THERE I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm such a kid. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole called at 4.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: eh is there a dress code?! cause like. its in the BALLROOM.&lt;br /&gt;Me: idk sia.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: okay forget it i'm changing to jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Me: CHANGING? o_o where the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: i'm still at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so annoyed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, so she finally came at 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushed off to resorts world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the.&lt;br /&gt;bus.&lt;br /&gt;was.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there, MET MY DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was there for some business meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole exploded: HOLY SHIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queued with valerie, desiree and jayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nicole and i started taking out science stuff to do, they all exploded: YOU BROUGHT &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HOMEWORK&lt;/span&gt;?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid like a TEEENSY bit, then started getting ready to go in and spazzing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaynes bag was like a friggin fridge. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought concert teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessss. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i can be bothered, i'll post pictures of all my stuff sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so screamed like crazy when we were allowed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squished in the front. with these bunch of st pats dudes that jayne apparently knew or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made random friends with MGS people. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause one of them had a crazy nice man utd bag, and i couldnt stop staring. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before the concert, there was a hell lotta cheering going on and stupid minahs screaming for no reason, getting everyone excited. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then deejays came on, asked stupid questions about starhub crap that no one cared about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until they gave away autographed blg posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted one. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so blahblahblah, concert started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRICKINGTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed our asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin came on first, singing "i gotta feeling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bryan, then PAUL (!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think john the drummer was always there? HAHAHAHHA i dont know. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then they played love drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed like mad and jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was sweating like a pig already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin friggin LICKED HIS MIC when he sang "...and i still taste it on my tongue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person who touches the mic after that better thank his lucky stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they sang 'five minutes to midnight'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember the sequence of songs after that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- contagious&lt;br /&gt;- shes got a boyfriend now&lt;br /&gt;- heels over head&lt;br /&gt;- heart heart heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;- two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;- hero/heroine&lt;br /&gt;- the shot heard round the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed like crazy throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying people kept pushing and shoving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was soooo sweaty. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed "PAUL, I LOVE YOU!" like five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so hot i swearrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE WINKED AT ME HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LIKE THIS CLOSE TO TOUCHING MARTIN. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, he was about 5cm away from my hand, and then some stupid girl in front of me pushed my hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATED HER. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they gave away phones, and invited random people onstage for hugs and backstage passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was soo jealousssssss! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then for their encore, they started with a cover of 'watcha say'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valerie was beyond happy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sang 'someone like you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people didnt sing that loud, cause i guess not many people knew the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that song. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone went CRAZY when thunder was played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they sang 'dance hall drug', and martin invited those $78 ticket people to come to the front as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete CHAOS then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was CRAZYsquished, and stupid people kept pushing and pushing everyone until there was some massive fall-down session in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which happened to be where i was. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get up AT ALL, because everyone was on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and annoying people were stepping all over my legs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, there was this super nice girl who help on to me the whole time, and then pulled me up the moment she had the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd lost my shoe for like a split second there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing bengs are damn loud. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Random Beng: WHAT THE SHIT AM I STEPPING ON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked down, and there was my shoe. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ended with the great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome awesome AWESOME concert. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martin drank from this bottle, then threw it near where i was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all his water (AND SPIT :D) splashed onto nicole and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thennnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this random bottle came flying out of nowhere, and smacked me right in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed it, just as nicole grabbed the handle, and some random girl in front of me grabbed the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awkward for like three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the girl in front let go and was like, 'you have it'. cause she apparently already had a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i took it. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, sorry nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT CONSIDERING WHERE IT LANDED... HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottle was undrunk, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked around and found out that MARTIN JOHNSON was the one that threw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt have been happier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhanged numbers with the random girl who'd given me the bottle. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes called nicola, and shes friggin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOES FOR EVERY SINGLE DAMN CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was amazed (and jealous HAHA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed to desiree and valerie about the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and called my dad to scream at him too HAHAHAA DONT ASK ME WHY. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel better, okay dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, studied, spazzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO I LOVED BLG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my voice is really uber sexaye. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired, so i guess i shall end somewhere here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should read martins blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.martinsays.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE SAYS THE FUNNIEST STUFF HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want to build myself a fort out of blankets and a table with kids toys and flashlights inside and live in there for a little while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has quote of the days! i feel even more awesome (if thats possible HAHAHA OKAY IM KIDDING).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle thinks im insane cause i was so happy over getting his bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, its real awesome i swear. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im real tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know this endings abrupt. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/S2LzkbymTMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IieVRju5G-M/s1600-h/tumblr_kr1k3dFndd1qzrkuqo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/S2LzkbymTMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IieVRju5G-M/s320/tumblr_kr1k3dFndd1qzrkuqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432171907823062210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two dudes are too cute for words.&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;i&gt;say hello to goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3499955363825275698?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3499955363825275698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-used-to-be-love-drunk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3499955363825275698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3499955363825275698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-used-to-be-love-drunk.html' title='i used to be love drunk'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/S2LzkbymTMI/AAAAAAAAArY/IieVRju5G-M/s72-c/tumblr_kr1k3dFndd1qzrkuqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5784587072547885200</id><published>2010-01-10T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T18:03:52.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'll be moving to my grandparents house until like. the 24h or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, cause theyre doing toilet renovations at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days have been spent having fun and packing stuff in the house, and clingwrapping/newspaper-covering everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is HELL to do, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this'll be my last post for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5784587072547885200?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5784587072547885200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-be-moving-to-my-grandparents-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5784587072547885200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5784587072547885200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-be-moving-to-my-grandparents-house.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6457218598920058489</id><published>2010-01-07T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:41:27.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time is borrowed, spent too freely</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;We shall be bad at it. And then, we shall be &lt;i&gt;badass&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, fiqah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been pretty good i guess? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY gave nicole her present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fong, you still have to wait. :X sorrryy. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened attentively like a little nerd. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to remember chemical formulas. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was CRAZY FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strayed all the way to like. boob implants, and how the silicon bags can actually burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then talked about the different kinds of silicon used for different implants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a hell lotta stuff. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio, got caught for fringe. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"someone has a &lt;i&gt;curtain&lt;/i&gt; in the class!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever myaan. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, went high as usual. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to get past the security and buy food during sec2s recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahaha. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss 2e1 peeps. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class, once again was shocked at how quiet it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HELLO, 2E1 CAN BE HEARD ON THE FOURTH LEVEL FROM THE FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND VICE VERSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its damn weird. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my confidence in maths has totally plummeted. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and miss yeo keeps calling me now. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yeo: the girl with the loud voice? whats your name ah. Lavina?&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at nicole like "WHAAAT?"&lt;/span&gt; uhm. my names lavelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-class laughs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECTACULAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE WANGFANG DIDNT COME HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling like mad and kept repeating to everyone, "DONT YOU THINK TODAYS AN &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; DAY? HEEHEE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy in class and crapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was teaching us chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and forgot how to write &lt;big&gt;狗&lt;/big&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAMELA LOW, YOU ARE COMING WITH US TO MCD I DONT CARE. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not, you owe me $23812941631273172093 for not talking to me for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, after had lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Adri: can the people at the back move to the front? cause, ya know. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-puts a hand dramatically on her chest-&lt;/span&gt; ive had like. FIVE LESSONS TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-raises hand-&lt;/span&gt; WE'VE HAD FIVE LESSONS, TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-class explodes laughing, chorus of 'GOOD ONE!'s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i hate school ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so lit was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some romeo and juliet video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARRING LEONARDO DICAPRIO HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cracked up thinking of shaikha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i'm pretty intimidated for lit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell, i am for EVERY subject. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, after school met sampeishannamiraeunice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to them for a while and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bused back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, bathed, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever im tired. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then sorted out my worksheets and stuff, did homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I DID. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom doesnt let me buy post-it notes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want post-its! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the muttons as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they play retarded songs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a huge headache, rawr. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA THEYRE PLAYING JAI HO NOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello dear,&lt;br /&gt;cheer up okay?&lt;br /&gt;EAT STRAWBERRY CHEESECAKE ICE-CREAM AND REMEMBER TO FEEL AWESOME. (:&lt;br /&gt;need to rant, and you know i'm just a call/sms/email/msn convo/whatever away. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find my very awesome periodic table from sec2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i scribbled oodles of stuff all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have lost it, damn. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCD DAY TMR!&lt;br /&gt;MCD DAY TMR!`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss going high at mcd with 2e5 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think they miss us too. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BRINGING MY BEAR TOMORROWWWWWWW~ 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes nicole. i havent forgotten. teehee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not looking forward to tomorrow. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay post ends here. bye. :D&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;i&gt;we are only as happy as everyone else seems to think we are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6457218598920058489?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6457218598920058489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-is-borrowed-spent-too-freely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6457218598920058489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6457218598920058489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-is-borrowed-spent-too-freely.html' title='time is borrowed, spent too freely'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-956658249309414296</id><published>2010-01-06T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:59:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbeat, a heartbeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;EHMAGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWSSSHHHH!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will explain that later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy to post yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love class parties HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love class hopping. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed hi to everyone, hugged everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah lets move on to today. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day of lessons. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem was pretty okay. i think our teachers funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i am really stressed already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our teachers damn sharp. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her name cracks me up i'm sorry. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept asking us to "buzz with your partner about what ive said for the past 10 minutes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just an excuse to talk. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared &lt;s&gt;nicole&lt;/s&gt; nyeekohle cause i started taking notes. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to be a nerd this year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of telling us about herself, our bio teacher told us about her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently her sec4 son isnt emo. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good to know. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, sasha and glenda came to find me at my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a frog/toad. HAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel and nicole were freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha and glenda named it Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Bob. then Jim. then Tim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were going, "COME TO ME! COME COME COME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found the rest of 2e1 peeps, ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farah yazmeen said hi to pamela and she completely freaked out. HAHAAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its hilarious how PAMELA is scared of MEENAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us were laughing our asses off. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped with them and went high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to class with JJSNRP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodie showed rachel this translucent, pink lizard on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her reaction was instantaneous, loud, bimbo, and THE JOKE OF THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-lets out a crazy high pitched scream-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Jamie: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-screams back-&lt;/span&gt; WALAO! SHUT THE F- UP LUH! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-claps her hand over her mouth, realizing that she'd just screamed it in a crowded place-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: EHMAGAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWSSSHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-nicole and i burst out laughing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: EHMAGAAAAAWWWSHH ITS A LIZARDDDD! EHMAGAAAAAAWWWWSHH ITS &lt;u&gt;PINK&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;Me: DUDE. HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A LIZARD BEFORE?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-voice goes higher as the word drags on-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie: HEEHEEEHEEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: is it ALIVEE?! o.o&lt;br /&gt;Jodie: yes. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: EHMAGAAAAAAAWWWWWSHHHHH! EWWWWWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think its funnier when you HEAR how she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words can do it justice. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so walked to class, making a hell lotta noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i were going crazy imitating rachel. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we reached class, it was like such a change of atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think all of us (rachel, nicole, jodie, jamie, pamela, samantha and i) made more noise than 3e8, a class of 41 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i started imitating rachel again for valerie and cheng ting. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they laughed like mad. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed by SO QUICKLY. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, all of a sudden, miss yeo(h) [got h or not ah :X] was saying, "CLASS DISMISSED!", and we were like: WHAT? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english was REALLY FUN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our teachers damn cool HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like super drama, super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole class almost died when we saw one of her rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offensive or vulgar language in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like, "BUT I ALWAYS SAY SHIT ONE EH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she told us a story about her ex-student, whose favourite word was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Adri: is that [shit] a nice word to use?&lt;br /&gt;Student: yeah, its pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Adri: oh, really? okay. so can i call your mother and go, "hey, &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us were stunned there and like, "woaaaaaahhh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, theres something called 'english enrichment' for selected students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who got 70 and above or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT ENRICHMENT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless it overrides chinese remedial. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese, sat with cheng ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA MY READING IS SO FAIL EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she was amazed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wangfangs accent is damn strong. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can hardly understand. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, and I'M IN THE SAME CLASS AS JAMIE, PAMELA AND ELISSA HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elissas like some bloody belly dancer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PIERCED YOUR NAVEL. AND CHOSE SUCH A BIG PIERCING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy la you. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, lunched with 2e5 peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER I'M STILL CALLING YOU PEOPLE THAT HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at mos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynette has THE WORST BALANCE ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept grabbing my arm/sleeve/rachel's sleeve in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she was going to fall. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was freaked out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ate at mos, went high there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeled the 'CAUTION: HOT' and 'soft bones within unagi' stickers off our food, stuck them on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, jamie, jodie and i did. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie stuck 'CAUTION: HOT' on her forehead, jodie on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuck 'soft bones within unagi' on my nose. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy high there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie had the WEIRDEST laugh today. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went absolutely INSANE. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to epicentre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE THE PRETTIEST SPEAKER THERE NOW OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like red, and opens up like a ladybug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super similar to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.podcastingnews.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/ladybug-ipod-dock-open.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.podcastingnews.com/content/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/ladybug-ipod-dock-open.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND JODIE HAS THE COOLEST PORTABLE SPEAKER TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like a lego brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/droolicious/2007/12/23-End/lego-ipod-speaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 382px;" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/droolicious/2007/12/23-End/lego-ipod-speaker.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COOL IS THAT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need ipod speakers. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT EVEN HAVE EARPHONES NOW. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, then went to stationery island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coolest stuff there. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed, slept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did homework and smsed nicole in chinese. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hi, now im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and do you know, there are apparently still loads of tickets for paramore. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre coming 7th march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant go, definitely. HAHA. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. blgblgblggggg. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole got her tickets already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to collect them from parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDONTWANTCHINESEPLEASE? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to go now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. :D&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;i&gt;do you really want me dead, or alive to torture for my sins?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-956658249309414296?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/956658249309414296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbeat-heartbeat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/956658249309414296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/956658249309414296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/heartbeat-heartbeat.html' title='heartbeat, a heartbeat.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-1484651823660391305</id><published>2010-01-04T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:48:42.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught up against the wall again</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is ever going to slow down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday and sunday were fun, but theres no time to post. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall be lazy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the new year starts, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school year, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2e1 i miss you guys D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was SUPPOSED to meet the simpsonz in the canteen before school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW OKAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SASHA DONT FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat with vanessa for the morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed a lot and played retarded games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that funny girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed hi to zahwah and riny, farzana and afiqah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mrs foo and mdm surayah and miss grace ng quit. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that just &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO QUIET HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hope thats just because we dont know each other yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it HAS to get noisy. like really has to. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels weirrrrddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie and pamela came for a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed our 'hi's and hugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smacked pamela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: i remember how everyone was so scared of you in school last time! then no one would dare to hit you like we do now.&lt;br /&gt;Pamela: yeah. I MISS THAT YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a few friends, i guess? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, just talked a lot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT FEELS WEIRD HAVING NICOLE IN THE SAME CLASS HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, last year we were just talking about how fricking insane the class would be if it had us both in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, we're witnessing it in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, met ma peeps otw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed like mad and hugged everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU PEOPLE OMGGGG. CLASS IS SO BLOODY DIFFERENT WITHOUT YOU GUYS. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a drink and talked, then found sasha and glenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha and i screamed 'hi' at each other really long and really loud, until elissa from the next table hit me and told me to shut up. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to everyone really loudly and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentences were practically all punctuated with, "I MISS YOUUUUU!" and "IS YOUR CLASS NOISY? MINE TOTALLY ISNT. ITS SO WEIRDDD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we can use phones in the canteen during recess! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately started exploiting that rule. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed jamie and daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah called me. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gilerrr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the hall after for some briefing about rules by the prefects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO HILARIOUS HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to 3e9 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I THINK WE KENA-ED THE COW TOO. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm going to die with her as my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about the randomest and sickest stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class to discuss class party tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR CLASS IS THE SMARTEST AND DECIDED TO JUST ORDER PIZZA HUT. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesomeness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had some briefing in the hall, which was SO-O-O-O CRAMPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to find daphne to give her her surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA DAPHNE YOU REMEMBERED OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thought you'd forget. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess you can ignore that line in my letter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm touched k. hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to hanis and peishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up deaaarrrr. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not worth it. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to prime prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PPG HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to them and stuff, then left with ain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda drew a green elephant on my hand. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mao mao mao, right? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to ain about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, it feels so weird not having all of them in my class. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i really do hope this year'll be fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows yet another talk-filled, slack, no-lessons day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm not sweating my homework just yet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only got chinese left, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and that can just go die, okay. really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, i'm watching disney pixar's Up on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not the movie per say. but the short one about the clouds creating babies (shown &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; the movie in theatres), and the special one about doug that only comes with the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you understand what i mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also giving new bands a listen, and seeing if there are cool stuff that ive missed out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention poking around random sites, reading MLIA, and listening to my grandmother comment on how crappy the new show at 4.30 on channel 8 is. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long it'll be before i can have another day as relaxed as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably a long time, huh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. (:&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;i&gt;please dont wake me till the morning after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1484651823660391305?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1484651823660391305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/caught-up-against-wall-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1484651823660391305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1484651823660391305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/caught-up-against-wall-again.html' title='caught up against the wall again'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7962234372234189814</id><published>2010-01-03T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:01:38.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we won't drift, fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trillion, billion, million times over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7962234372234189814?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7962234372234189814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-wont-drift-fong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7962234372234189814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7962234372234189814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-wont-drift-fong.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6063320459339915902</id><published>2010-01-01T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:34:11.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turn the lights on</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;DUNCH DRINK AND DRIVE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay inside joke. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been pretty uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did homework like a nerd, bought school stuff, went church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR THE OUTING TODAY, THEY ALL GOT REALLY SUNBURNTTT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.weekendthrowdown.com/images/aritis_pics/BoysLikeGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.weekendthrowdown.com/images/aritis_pics/BoysLikeGirls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHO JUST GOT TICKETS TO SEE THEM ON THE 28TH AT SENTOSA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID! I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA YAY I AM OVER THE MOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was fun at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly and i were on some telepathic run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept saying the same things at the same time and freaking the guys out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about sunburns and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-to joseph-&lt;/span&gt; you know your hours under the suns just wasted. cause once the sunburn fades, so does your "tan".&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: yeah, i know! i can never get tan. only sunburnt.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i can never get sunburnt! only tan. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Joseph: come la, you wanna switch skin with me?&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: WHAT?! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at him like hes grown another nose-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongxian: you should go see angela's sunburn! we're all calling her 'Lobster Lu' now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seeing her tomorrowwwww. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving the house at seven am tomorrow, because i'm going to send angela off to melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye babe, i'm going to miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I saw Dora the Explorer on a Spanish-speaking channel. It apparently teaches children English. This made my week. MLIA &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, I LOVE THIS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny funny funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really high now cause I GOT TICKETS TO BOYS LIKE GIRLS AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so incredibly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should be headed off now, or this whole things going to be BLG spam. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night. :)&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;i&gt;you could be a sweet dream, or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6063320459339915902?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6063320459339915902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-lights-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6063320459339915902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6063320459339915902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-lights-on.html' title='turn the lights on'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-4608735456896782299</id><published>2010-01-01T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:39:21.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, G! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i think using 'happy new year' would be so predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, it IS my G's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes isnt he cool i know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to 987fm, this years biggest song is 'i gotta feeling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, thats my song choice for today. O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da mouth totally ruined it for me though. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, singapore should get better performers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 6.30 or 7-ish. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did homework like some ridiculous nerd, went to grandparents house for celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED PARA PARA HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben brought the dance mat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sucked so bad at it cause the mat was really old, and the sensors were all screwy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how when we were so much younger, we used to play it like every week when we went to our grandparents house on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE SO PRO AT IT HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, we're all noobies. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man that sucks. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched cloudy with a chance of meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really love that movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i was the only one laughing most of the time, cause the sound quality was really bad, and you have to like strain to hear what theyre saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and joash kept talking half the time so no one could hear the tv. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only laughed cause i knew what they were going to say, anyway, having watched it before with sasha. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear we all wanted to kill joash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even talked through the really touching speech flint's dad made. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY KILLED THE MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm proud of you, Flint. I'm amazed that someone as ordinary as me could be the father of someone as extraordinary as you. You're talented, you're a total original, and your lab is breathtaking. Your mom - she always knew you were going to be special. And if she were alive today, she'd tell us both: "I told you so." Now look. When I take this thing off, and you hear me make a fishing metaphor, just know that that fishing metaphor means: I love my son.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is what it sounded like with joash around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm proud of you, Flint. I'm amazed that someone as  ordinary as me could &lt;s&gt;be the father of someone as extraordinary as you. You're talented,&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAHAHA HES WEARING THE MONKEY TRANSLATOR! LOOK!&lt;/span&gt; you're a total original, and your lab is breathtaking. &lt;s&gt;Your mom - she always knew you were going to be special. And if she were alive today, she'd&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY, LOOK! HE LOOKS SO STUPID HAHAHA. IT DOESNT EVEN FIT HIM RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt; tell us both: "I told you so." Now look. When I take this thing off, and you hear me make a &lt;s&gt;fishing metaphor, just know that that fishing metaphor means: I love&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHY DO YOU ALL KEEP ASKING ME TO SHHH?&lt;/span&gt; my son.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;strikeouts&lt;/s&gt; are the parts he caused us to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bolds&lt;/span&gt; are the annoying comments he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrr. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played k-pop songs for ben and joash to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie would be pleased. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben says his friends get all &lt;s&gt;horny&lt;/s&gt; gaga watching SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: however, i am unaffected by such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope so. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, theres a beach outing with theolo peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think im going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i DO want to get out of the house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess my homework pile would make that impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- chinese&lt;br /&gt;- social studies&lt;br /&gt;- maths&lt;br /&gt;- teensy bit of science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to do/finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA ITS LIKE I HAVENT DONE ANYTHING AT ALL YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is more or less true. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay crap i need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad will kill me if he catches me. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeee. (:&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;i&gt;tonights the night, lets live it up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-4608735456896782299?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4608735456896782299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4608735456896782299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4608735456896782299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='i gotta feeling'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5035556935802352697</id><published>2009-12-31T04:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T05:32:01.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>straightjacket feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;WOAAAH! YOUR PAPA'S SO HANDSOME UH!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad, while staring at himself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, so i guess you know where my ego comes from now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, man utds playing football anyway. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(theyre playing really well btw. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'm here to update! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this'll be my last post of 2009, so i will try to make it happy and stuffs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how when i was younger, i used to reflect on my whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made me sad and what made me happy, all the shockers, the stuff that happened which i had anticipated, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess as you get older there isnt time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres probably a hell lotta stuff that happened in the year that you dont want to recall, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEOLO WAS SO FUN HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the studying was pretty stupid, though. felt like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but people were awesome, and i had fun highing and laughing with them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY ALL THINK I'M CRAZY HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they should go meet my friends. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outings with theolo peeps were awesomely fun, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, short(-ish!) recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;wednesday, 23rd dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FONGGGGGGGGG. :D&lt;br /&gt;omg the tv just went 'jamie'. o__o&lt;br /&gt;your letter will have everything i wanna say, yeah? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing ceremony for theolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, slept and shitz. hahaha. didnt stay the extra night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thursday, 24th dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to adam earlyearly in the morning to help with cleaning up and to go for the outing to vivo. :D&lt;br /&gt;vivo was fun, walked around and saw awesome stuff with charlene.&lt;br /&gt;walk at henderson bridges was quite fun too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, went to orchard for dinner with nicole and jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone died and they were really late. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday, 25th dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i do anything that day .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday, 26th dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORCHARD AFTER CHURCH WITH THEOLO PEEPSSXZVYSDSX. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me charlene ben hansel kimberly gabriel benlin rachellin hongyao nicholas wilson vivien jean samantha vince john angela jennifer rachelgoh azriel joanne yongsheng yongxian wanzhen yinanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, it was AWESOME. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at twelve, felt like cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that as long as its with church peeps, anything goes for my parents. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday, 27th dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE FEAST AT TKKKK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically cooked good food. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, went to marina barrage with theolo peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me ben yinanne wanzhen yongxian jiaxin azriel john hongyao hongyuan jennifer angela rachellin ashton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there were more, i cant really remember. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy fun too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, dinner at relatives house to commemorate my great grandmothers death anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;monday, 28th dec&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was spent watching avatar in 3D with theolo peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay actually, 'theolo' peeps arent accurate. basically church people lah huh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas xiongle xuexin AUSTIN HAHAHA benjamin hansel joseph john and angela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angela and i were so relieved when we saw each other, cause it meant that we werent the only girl going. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie was really good, though all of us got dizzy cause it was SO LONG and we were pretty close to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie, went off to meet mom sis and aunty at ion orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ion, went to 313@somerset, then vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a lot of money. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my new year shoppings about done. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhmmm. anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was boring i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with grandparents and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at jacks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU, THEY ALL DAMN NONSENSE OKAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to fill up the feedback forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they asked, "how did you come across jacks place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were all these choices, like "friends reccomendation" or "off the internet" or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashleigh selected the "others" option, and wrote: "see the shop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH RETARDED I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, walked around to find a present for my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU, MY G IS DAMN AWESOME OKAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gs my grandfather laa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wants one of those boom boxes for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, you know the ones those black rappers or whatever carry around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/LrVWCMxsyxmQIqmUD0WHptDm2yxYC8M3kQk2DfxF1wmhNfzYL8LOqNQdfkPuSWwLu8hz0WwfCzXinKxPvyN2pIa6PCk6JtQh/BoomBoxRegular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 383px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/LrVWCMxsyxmQIqmUD0WHptDm2yxYC8M3kQk2DfxF1wmhNfzYL8LOqNQdfkPuSWwLu8hz0WwfCzXinKxPvyN2pIa6PCk6JtQh/BoomBoxRegular.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THIS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he wants that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he cool or what man. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to best denki and harvey norman to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAIL MAN HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up watching kpop videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK 'wrong number', 2NE1 'fire' and 'fire street version', BoA stuff (HAHA I DONT KNOW WHAT. JAMIE DO YOU WANT TO TELL ME. O:), wonder girls 'nobody', SNSD HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didnt play sorry sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah. joash thought we were mad. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch alvin and the chipmunks two at night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with janelle, and her friends viven and sabrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite okay i guess, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i REALLY want to watch is planet 51, princess and the frog and new moon, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONG I'M SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE WAITING FOR ME TO WATCH NEW MOON. D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit i'm so sorry. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next theolo, dont wait up okay? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X sorryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hi now im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time nows 5.03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, im posting slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL WHATEVER OKAY. THERES FOOTBALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man utd are leading 3-0. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NOW ITS FOUR HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coooleeeyooo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel ridiculous posting at 5plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end of 2009 is super near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although it was a pretty crap year, i dont want it to end. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i think next years gonna be worse. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry, this post is supposed to be happy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this years ending on a relatively good note, though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quite enjoyed this holiday, even if half of it was spent at theolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH THOUGH I STILL HAVENT WATCHED NEW MOON. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him and his magical abs. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HAHA AND HIM AND TAYLOR SWIFT SPLIT UP. o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN i'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this post is really really long HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopping here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you when the new year comes around.&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;i&gt;youre the problem, and you cant feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5035556935802352697?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5035556935802352697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/straightjacket-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5035556935802352697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5035556935802352697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/straightjacket-feeling.html' title='straightjacket feeling'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2742928359104776455</id><published>2009-12-30T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:42:09.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reopened.</title><content type='html'>hahaha, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since its 1.40 in the morning and my mood is crappier than a bird with diarrhoea, i think i'll post about the past &lt;s&gt;few days&lt;/s&gt; week at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention, my laptop is dying. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeap.&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/3057370264052498643-2742928359104776455?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2742928359104776455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/reopened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2742928359104776455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2742928359104776455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/12/reopened.html' title='reopened.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6732335222351485913</id><published>2009-11-30T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:29:57.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane in the membrane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://christwire.org/2009/02/i-am-extremely-terrified-of-chinese-people/"&gt;http://christwire.org/2009/02/i-am-extremely-terrified-of-chinese-people/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, apparently, was posted by some amber person, who dares to call herself a &lt;i&gt;christian&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an excerpt from her oh-so-enlightening article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, dear readers, the fact of the matter is that the Chinese communists are very cold, calculating and harsh people. The core values of Chinese communism include wanton carnality, stealing, bringing death and providing slothful people with income. From the time it’s formed as a zygote, even every Chinese baby’s heart is innately filled with much hate for not only you, but your children as well. It’s a part of their cultural heritage to hate the good Eest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eest? no idea what that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part is, she has all her facts wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;immense&lt;/span&gt; knowledge, the pearl harbour was previously bombed by the chinese during the world war II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to the japanese, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or have billions of people been wrong for these past few decades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really confused. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder the whole worlds gone evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6732335222351485913?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6732335222351485913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/insane-in-membrane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6732335222351485913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6732335222351485913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/insane-in-membrane.html' title='insane in the membrane.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3032408007351712892</id><published>2009-11-26T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:57:45.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy the hard way</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE HE'LL GET BORING!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MEANIE HAHAHA WATCH OUT FOR KARMA. O: O: O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;i&gt;queeeecckkk&lt;/i&gt; post before i disappear from the online world. O: O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WILL STILL BE CONTACTABLE BY PHONE HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until 1st dec, that is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm gone for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL IS A STALKER HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like quoting my personal messages on msn and asking me why i was so emo. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking sucks. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the worst headache ytd so i slept prettaye early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda good and bad, i guess? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up earlyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA JAMIE YOUR MESSAGE MADE ME LAUGH LIKE MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yeah im really touched ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i'm so bringing your patrick to theolo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been nothing much i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been doing homework. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid fong refused to be my temporary nerd buddayee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in a weird mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle and i were arguing about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-glares at her-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-glares back-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you wanna play monopoly? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much on today i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall miss my laptop ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone has been a good replacement for my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earphones are better, too. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre pissing me off, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE PEOPLE HAHA I'M GOING TO MISS YOU ALL A LOT A LOT A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS ME THESE FEW DAYS BEFORE I GO K THEN CAN TALK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that rhymed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i can totally be a poet. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CONGRATS TO ALL YOU P6S HAHA GLAD YOURE HAPPY WITH YOUR RESULTS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joash you crazy smart person. 276 siaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant say im surprised, though. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrads dear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dont listen to jamie HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes mean. O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE I MISS YOU HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the fb message yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICKLY SMS ME TOMORROW HAHAHAHAHHA WE NEED TO KEEP MY DAILY SMS AVERAGE UP. O; O; O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired but everyone knows sleeping so early's gonna be a miracle for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to survive theolo. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like relient k, cause i can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so randoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont care so why did i bother really haha humans are all so crazy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, i think you have a serious attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;go stick your head in a toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;and dont forget to flush it down, too. (:&lt;br /&gt;we're all better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i should get going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;the comfort and silence turns to panic once again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3032408007351712892?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3032408007351712892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hard-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3032408007351712892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3032408007351712892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-hard-way.html' title='happy the hard way'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-9102159786142269264</id><published>2009-11-25T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:44:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keep your heart open wide</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;We are what we are, and sometimes that's not enough.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been okay i guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GRANDFATHER GAVE ME 15 BUCKS TODAY HAHA SO MAYBE MY MONEY WOES ARENT SO BAD. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so woke up earlyish, even though i slept real late last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was spent transferring songs into my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my ipods gone. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lunched with grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this really awesome western stall at some coffeeshop in aljunied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, its crazy good. like even better than jacks place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty amazed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah, so food was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked a little and stuff, walked around, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then started on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english and half of chemistry is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have loads and loads more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize tonights gonna be my last night online until like...the 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i disappear from everyones lives until 24th dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, so i guess theres lots to do before 1st dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buybagforcamppackforcampdohomeworkbeforecampsaybyetopeoplecauseimleavingforcamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weird nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you dont know if you should be doing what youre doing?&lt;br /&gt;not because its wrong or anything, cause its not. but simply because.&lt;br /&gt;fakings always the simpler way out, but after a while facades always come crashing down, and the mess is even worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, being truthful is never fun. the truths not something people enjoy hearing, no matter how much they insist its what they want.&lt;br /&gt;humans are crazy stupid that way.&lt;br /&gt;avoiding is what im doing now, but maybe theres a better way to handle this?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, youre annoying me more than you can ever imagine.&lt;br /&gt;but you dont care, do you. &lt;br /&gt;hopelessly anal, thats what you are.&lt;br /&gt;can i say ive given up all hope, when i didnt even have any in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramores video for brick by boring bricks sadistic. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending was so weirddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer haley as a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think red hairs cool. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GOOD LUCK TO YOU P6S HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you guys did well for psle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden gigantic urge to play monopoly. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar playing is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though my skin keeps peeling at the tips. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh. AND I MISS CAMP ALREADY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause new teens camp is the slackest shiat EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theolos gonna be some huge wake up call or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 344px; width: 425px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNF08htoH00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew pies could be so dangerous? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cobra starships cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out so badddddd. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is there no time anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;save it for somebody who cares&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-9102159786142269264?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/9102159786142269264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-your-heart-open-wide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/9102159786142269264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/9102159786142269264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-your-heart-open-wide.html' title='keep your heart open wide'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6404277124783105849</id><published>2009-11-25T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:53:40.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>money woes.</title><content type='html'>i am broke broke broke, and i now have new earphones to buy. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, SINCE I HAVENT EVEN BEEN USING MY EARPHONES CAUSE MY IPODS BEEN SPOILT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. theyre spoilt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6404277124783105849?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6404277124783105849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6404277124783105849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6404277124783105849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-woes.html' title='money woes.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5302891704561120506</id><published>2009-11-24T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T00:59:41.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to live without regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in line at my college library behind two burly guys. I didn't think anything of it until they asked to rent the Disney movie "The Little Mermaid." The librarian walked over to the shelf and then glanced back at the guys with a disbelieving look. When they saw her expression, one of them said, with a completely straight face, "What?? Some of us like happiness and sunshine." MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA, looooovee this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so today, as predicted, it was half-awesome and half-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was spent fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a crack at doing the maths holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TOTALLY FORGOTTEN HOW TO DO ALGEBRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway with janelle to meet jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS EARLY FOR ONCE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, HAHA WE HAD LUNCH WITH JAMIE HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle was amazed at how much jamie eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jamie gave me patrrriiiiccccckkkkkkk. 8D 8D 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, thank you so much fong. I'M REALLY DAMN TOUCHED LORH. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yeah i shall stop with that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamies no swearing thing was a complete F-A-I-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I FEEL SO RESTRICTED! D:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: homework can go... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[i think she wanted to say fk itself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: go die?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-breathes a sigh of relief-&lt;/span&gt; YES. THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and janelle were exchanging racist jokes. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was ashamed of them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the epicenter to get our ipods fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY IPOD NEEDS TO BE SENT FOR REPAIR AND WILL ONLY BE BACK LIKE NEXT WEEK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in time to see me off for theolo. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was depressed. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamies ipod hates her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or the other way round. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to look for jamies laptop charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenger, then best denki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HOW DO I KNOW WHO WORKS HERE?!"&lt;br /&gt;"look at their best denki shirts...?"&lt;br /&gt;"OH. YEAH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went crazy over the kpop music videos they were showing on the huge tvs (I WANT. D:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and started dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I KNOW THE STEPS AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle was stunned. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didnt have her charger either, so we went to harvey norman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE KPOP VIDEOS. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, over boa and jaejoong and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wonder girls. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so we stood there watching manymanymany videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to diva HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at bimb stuff. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to esprit after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie just wanted to sit down. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to the newly-opened cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW NICE SHOES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie and janelle kept trying to get me to try on this really ugly dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refused. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, jamie. jodies your trying-on-clothes partner. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, then walked around more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isetan, kiddy palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went nuts over toys. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was touching all the baby clothes and shrieking about how soft they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at her like shes insane [which she is :D]-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: oh. i forgot to tell you. i'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stuns there, then turns and walks in the other direction-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i treated jamie to a ride on the barney kiddy ride thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so afraid i was going to run away while she was on it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, then home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept for a while, then went out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thanks for everything yeah guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adam after with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WASNT SUPPOSED TO GO FOR THE CAMP ANYMORE, BUT MY DAD SAID IT WAS OKAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached when they were playing indoor games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were screaming at me HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I THOUGHT YOU WERENT COMING?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad watching them play. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel has obsessive compulsive disorder, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah it was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the game, ben made me yell at everyone to go outside for the barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VOICE IS NOW ALL CRACKLY AND STUFF. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yelled too much ytd and today. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbecue was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushane found this barney music trumpet thingaye, and kept playing it and pointing it at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushane: THIS IS MY BACKGROUND MUSIC FOR WHEN I'M BEING DRAMATIC.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sushane: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-waves the trumpet in my face and plays some random kiddy song, then says in a dramatic voice-&lt;/span&gt; LAVELLE. OH, LAVELLE... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-blahblahblah drama stuff-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel keeps insisting i have some older sister. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think hes insane. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he thinks my name is Lovely (pronounced luv-ve-lee), thanks to ashleigh. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;austin and i were arguing over janelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin: I THINK HER NEW HAIR LOOKS WEIRD LORH.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT WEIRD. QUITE OKAY WHAT. &lt;br /&gt;Austin: OKAY LA, OKAY. JOASH WEIRDEST. CAN?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAH. now THAT i agree with. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to ben about some thaangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, thanks yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then laughed and randomly highed with all the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TELLING YOU, MY "PROTECTION" WAS SO NEEDED OKAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had the campfire singalong thingaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun please. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel and i were talking about how we missed being twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats like the best age, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ben joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were trying to spur up the campers enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt really work. HAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we had loads of fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang loudly and added in our own random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel kept going, , "LETS SING, EVERYONE!" in some commercial voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda funny watching the campers sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the songs'd been transposed so joseph and hansel could play them on the guitar easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the guys part got damn low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE GUYS COULDNT REACH CAUSE THEY HAVENT GONE THROUGH VOICE BREAKING YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so funny please. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben started singing the girls part instead (cause honestly, it was pretty low).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE CAN REACH THE NOTES LEHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda amazed. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demanded another two rounds of singing when the teachers wanted to end the singalong. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us three (meaning ben, gabriel and i) concluded that you only realize how fun new teens camp is once you dont have it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being young. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, then had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said bye to them peeps (YOU P6S TELL ME YOUR PSLE RESULTS OR ELSE HAHAHAH), went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crazy tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its scary how i never realize how late it is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i can be talking to people on msn thinking its like around eleven, and then i look at the time and realize that its now one in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SCARY AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hardly sleep anymore. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also decided that i'ma gonna be a nerd from now on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have crazy lot of homework to do, ahhhh i'm gonna die i swear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tomorrow, its HOMEWORK TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also have lunch with the grandparents and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we shall see how much i can accomplish. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am real tired now, so i'm ending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ipod i miss you. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;can someone stop the noise?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5302891704561120506?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5302891704561120506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/try-to-live-without-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5302891704561120506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5302891704561120506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/try-to-live-without-regrets.html' title='try to live without regrets'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6509713596594605988</id><published>2009-11-23T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:21:03.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save us from the fall-out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;im running on joy juice!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someones personal message. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad you like it, dude. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to try, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like your fighting spirit. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY NICOLE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ipod is spoilt SO I CANT UPLOAD YOUR PICCCCCCCCCC. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i stored it in there for "safe keeping".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so safe, huh. -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though youre in japan, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLOHELLO. :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being a crazy awesome friend, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;its super fun smsing you over the stupidest and randomest stuff, and highing with you all the time. :D&lt;br /&gt;YOU FILL UP LIKE HALF MY INBOX I THINK HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and i love talking to you on the phone, too. :B&lt;br /&gt;esp when its one o clock at night. ;D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to me rant, and not going crazy about liverpool beating man utd in my face. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thanks also for watching football with me, cause its really fun annoying my dad while we comment really loudly about everything going on-screen. :D&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine life without you.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i can.&lt;br /&gt;AND IT IS SAD, WOMAN. D:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;like now, when youre away in japan, my phone feels un-used.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;COME BACK SOON HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i need to give you your present. :B&lt;br /&gt;and have some mega sms marathon before i go.&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;MISS ME, BIATCH.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been crazy fun and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helping out at new teens camps pretty good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, kinda super tired so im lazy to go into detail. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baptism in the morning, then rushed to adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treasure hunt at botanical gardens was a successss. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took charge of group 5 with joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, YO! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha not bad not bad. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblah, skip to night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had role playing, where the groups were supposed to act out a bible story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to tag along with group one and ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;became their impromptu 'drama coach'. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was crazy funnnnnnnnn. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like gender-reversals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun acts damn well as a girl. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashleigh was hilarious as a guy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed my pants off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went in search of kickapoo in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-eleven and the provision shop at my house sucks. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt have! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to go to some random drink stall in the coffeeshop and buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it was worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eheh! show you something!"&lt;br /&gt;"what thing?"&lt;br /&gt;"JOY JUIICCEEE. :D"&lt;br /&gt;"hahahaha, whos that for?"&lt;br /&gt;"you luh!"&lt;br /&gt;"awwww, hahahaha, for meee?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes. HAHA. you got touched or nottt!"&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha, yes la. very touched. (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rebecca and i spent the morning testing out the games for the telematch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and making 114 water balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are now so pro at tying those plastic bags they use to put takeaway chilli for chicken rice stalls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE AN ASSURED JOB FOR THE FUTURE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telematch was fun, too. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my station was. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teams had to stand in one row, and pass this hole-y bottle filled with water down the line, and pour whatever water was left in the bottle into a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they got soooooo wet. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was crazy amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben and i were laughing like mad watching them go crazy. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and he was real nice and became my "manservant".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to keep running to the toilet to fill these huge buckets with water, and lug them back out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, &lt;i&gt;benji korkorrrrrrrr&lt;/i&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun talking to people and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite fun luh, bonding time. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must remember, ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they work out. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside joke. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was also being crazy lame and talking to ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI BEN IS YOUR SURNAME TAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben was just stunned there, and went, "shes so &lt;i&gt;WEIRD&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, skip to night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched up for the fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the fourth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ben kept running from the back of the room to the front where i was, and staring intently at me (with this annoying smile on his face) to see if i was crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, so did everyone else. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away you people suck. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;austin and joshua got into some shouting match, with me in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua kept insisting austin looked like russel, and austin said joshua looked like the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just laughing like mad there. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, walked around and stuff then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate with dad at botak jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitake mushroom soup. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah hi im home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr, lunch with fong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES GONNA MEET MY SISTER HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no swearing, dear. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, we're gonna try and fix our ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i &lt;s&gt;will be dragged around by&lt;/s&gt; have to follow her to buy her laptop charger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW FONG I'M SO TOUCHED HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she bought like this huge box of koko crunch so she could give me the patrick toy it contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt like koko crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, love you fong. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though you wont tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm awesome that way. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we better remain friends till youre 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we're even now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohohoho. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAH I LOVE YOU, AIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT IF THEY RAPE ME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre hilarious, do you know that. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, todays been pretty okay i guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go adam again tmrrrr. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, i cant. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeps there are actually pretty fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU - I HOPE YOU KEEP THE CAN HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JO ANNE I MISS YOU LIKE SHIT OKAY. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for 1 dec. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i am randoming HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, going now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&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;i&gt;hope you know its not easy for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6509713596594605988?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6509713596594605988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-us-from-fall-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6509713596594605988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6509713596594605988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/save-us-from-fall-out.html' title='save us from the fall-out.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-1928142359659508884</id><published>2009-11-20T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:10:37.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see them running for their lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;I get malays. Am I supposed to get malays?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, inside joke. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT, LIKE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been a lesson on gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what goes up, comes down with a smash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked in the early part of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched movies. like loads. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fightings damn good i swear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;channing tatums so hotttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attempted to watch paranormal activity, but was too scared. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene told me the ending and its freaky enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, the girl grabs her husband or something and kills him, then crawls on all fours, looks up at the camera smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwww. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway for present-shopping and to buy stuff for the new teens camp games with rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was stunned at the things i bought. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun laughing with her and looking for stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we felt like aunties cause of the things we had to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i cant say here for now, cause there are newteenscamp people who read this. ahemahem. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around a crazy lot and looked here and there for things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt find. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met dorcas, who joined in my stuff-hunting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still couldnt find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE WORLD IS DEPRESSING. THIS SUCKS. LIFE SUCKS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn high. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas was so hungry she ran to the counter. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was rushing us cause we were superrr late for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HURRY! EAT EAT EAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca and i were just staring at her. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rebecca started burping, and TEARED. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiirrrddd. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah it was damn fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus was coming late, so looked for last minute stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still couldnt find. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas and rebecca were going on and on about how they felt like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me feel like puking too. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad over super random shitz in the bus. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached church around 8. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like half an hour late? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put the stuff in the jy classroom, then went down for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after was a sticky affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks nicole and jamie hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about new teens camp with jolene, kimberly, sushane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushane is freaked out that there'll be girls there. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAN THERE NOT BE GIRLS?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hes damn racist i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking about how he &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;didnt speak like this&lt;/span&gt; (in broken, cheena-accented english).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was like, "do you think they do that too, back in china? HAHA. except they mock our badly pronounced chinese. :B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene tried to paint my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES A COMPLETE FAIL LA HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did such a bad job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly was worse. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully it was jolenes nails she was painting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE NICOLE HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss you la. D:&lt;br /&gt;like football tmrs going to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blaah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i think my phone inbox will be very empty. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;come back soon, and have fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;(fine i wont post it here you suckass. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, okay im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;i never had a chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1928142359659508884?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1928142359659508884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/see-them-running-for-their-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1928142359659508884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1928142359659508884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/see-them-running-for-their-lives.html' title='see them running for their lives.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3822821238601583231</id><published>2009-11-19T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:59:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so its gotta be right, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;LMAOROTFLBTCSTCNDBFOOTWIFOAGWLLBGWTHROOTSAIAKBAYB.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing my ass off rolling on the floor biting the carpet, scaring the cat, nearly dying by falling out of the window in front of a guy who looks like Bill Gates, who then, horrified, runs out on the street and is accidentally killed by a yellow bulldozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from, what else, MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked in the morning, then lunched at macs with mom and janelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around PP for a while, then took 31 to tampines mall to meet sasha and jeethi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was raining damn heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got off the bus and started walking to tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this woman in front of me who KEPT stepping into the puddles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and screaming. super loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best part was that she had been staring intently at the ground the whole time, watching out for puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after she'd stepped in one, she'd turn around to scream at her friend (walking behind me) to watch out for the puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and, not watching where she was going, step into &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amused me loads. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached tampines mall, THEY HADNT EVEN LEFT THEIR HOUSES YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, so i just walked around by myself. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to toysrus, courts, random toy stores, blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there was this other girl loner-ing waiting for her friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw her in like every store i went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda freaky, and i felt like some accidental stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, sasha and jeethi finally arrived around 2.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was proud to have successfully killed 45 minutes by myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highed and screamed high, walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to century square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at random stuff in bhg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bought tickets for movie, snacked at POPEYES. :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FANTASTIC MR. FOX IS THE MOST RETARDED AND RANDOM MOVIE I'VE EVER WATCHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its even more random than like, burn after reading. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like going 'whaaaaaattt?!' the whole time and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont watch it. really. wait for the DVD or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, walked around somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kiddy palace and looked at toys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAREBEARSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grumpy bear grumpy bear grumpy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy high there and laughed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around more, then went to cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha bought a shirt dress, i bought slippers, and jeethi bought an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got hit by inspiration on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho i shall have fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus ride home was long and draggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 7.30, instead of the 6 i'd promised my mom. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home, ate, bathed, hi im here. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamies back online. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO CHALET L'S AWESOME RIGHT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaknowwhyyaknowwhy. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, its off to parkway to buy stuff for new teens with rebecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shall stay up late tonight. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i dont anyway. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;its like one of those bad dreams when you cant wake up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3822821238601583231?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3822821238601583231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-gotta-be-right-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3822821238601583231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3822821238601583231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-its-gotta-be-right-right.html' title='so its gotta be right, right?'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-8971070441680074589</id><published>2009-11-18T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:11:41.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we knew it'd happen eventually</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been tiring. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, woke up at 3.30 to go to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sea's crazy nice when the sun's not up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted about random stuff with esther and janelle, laughed a lot and yadayadayada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther is crazy sensitive to smoke. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther: I CAN SMELL SMOKEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: i cant smell anything. o__o&lt;br /&gt;Esther: thats cause your nose isnt sensitive enough. O:&lt;br /&gt;Me: you what - PREGNANT LADY UH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we couldnt see the meteor shower. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should've wished at 11:11 to be able to see it. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah it was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to macs for breakfast around 5.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw bengs. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikha and farzana - THAT NIU GUY SERVED US HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so ate and talked about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like spongebob, singtel, starhub, school, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like damn random uh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went home around 6.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle rushed off to school, while i watched barney and friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: EH MOM! I REALIZE BARNEY LOOKS LIKE PA EH.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: reallyyyy! look! super alike right.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: you crazy ah! &lt;br /&gt;Me: but it looks alike HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched shrek the third again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love the last scene where prince charming sings. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop laughing. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got woken up by a bunch of smses telling me that i'd gotten into 3e8 (the half lit core hist elect, half trip science hist elect class). O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have farzana, nicole, junyu, peewee, chuyi, rebecca, jacelyn in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHAIKHA AND AIN ARE IN 3E5 (the full lit core hist elect class). D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS UPSETTING OKAY. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like can you all appeal HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry huiyu, i'm not appealing to 3e5 i think. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU COME TOO? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went online to talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha and i were discussing future professions and how expensive clothes are nowadays. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and names (wink wink ;D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, movie tmr yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant waittt. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then got ready to go to suntec to meet nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was early (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather, nicole was late. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to the kids section in carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARBIES LOOK SO GROSS AND SLUTTY NOWADAYS. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and myscene doesnt have barbie anymore?! .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes like some kennedy person now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and delancey turned from a blone to a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA dont ask me how i know what they were before. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have a very comprehensive (albeit girly) childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, then nicole came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pointing at all the barbies and commenting on how gross they looked now. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to subway to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crazy high all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-points to an escalator going up-&lt;/span&gt; can we just take this down?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: no?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: CANNN. :D you just walk down and push past people and go, 'excuse me, you're going to wrong way!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cut through the carpark to get to subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the way there i was talking about how i owned a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really loudly, i think. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman in front of us kept looking back at us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ate, and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole showed me the torres autobiography her sister got her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes frickin crazy about that book, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant open the book like a normal person, cause "the pages will tearrrrrrrrr!!!!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you flip, theres a certain way to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn crazy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ohemgee i want the biography. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazyhot photos. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately smsed mom to ask if i could get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says after theolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mom is crazy pro okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she called up the school to see if she could get nicole into 3e5 instead of 3e8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fabricated this whole totally bs story about nicole being socially withdrawn because of "family issues" and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher told her to get nicole to see a counselor. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, its based on your academic results whether you get into 3e5 or 3e8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: i dont know whether to be happy or sad about my results now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to look around suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a nice puma bag at some shop (HAHA). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, one big enough i can use for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the nike one i originally wanted to get is too ex. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went myuk and nicole went squealing about getting a new wallet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toysrus next. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at more barbies. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre seriously so slutty now okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even have a BATHING SUIT barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went high over loads of things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were also blasting hannah montana, which was freaking annoying. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so young. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to see this shop selling giant posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fernando torres ones were all sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, figures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole bought a poster, and was fretting about this teensy edge that was folded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I CANT STAND IT! ITS SO ANNOYINGGGG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just staring at her like she was IN-SANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which she is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nike, squealed about man utd stuff and their uber nice bags, then adidas, where nicole squealed about liverpool stuff and we laughed at how gross the chelsea things were. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to royal sporting house to see vans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to random accessory shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole was looking at all the super bimb clutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre pretty gross. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looked at stuff at the epicenter for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre selling speakers for 59 bucks like omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to a normal price of 100+, thats like cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wtv. i think i spend a lot. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. yeeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooooo crazy tired. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello zahwah dear, happy eleventh! hahahaha. congrads yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously, i cant type anymore because my eyes are closing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the time now's only 8.06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm off to take a nap i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;you know you can't give me what i need. and even though you mean so much to me, i cant wait through everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-8971070441680074589?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8971070441680074589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-knew-itd-happen-eventually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8971070441680074589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8971070441680074589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-knew-itd-happen-eventually.html' title='we knew it&apos;d happen eventually'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-9123540506383572269</id><published>2009-11-17T21:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:22:42.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are there giants too, in the dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Shark bait ooh ha ha!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding nemo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats always made me laugh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching kpop mvs with engish subtitles and laughing at how cheesy they sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was annoyed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i miss seeing you online dude. COME BACK SOON HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE SO CHEESY HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn amused. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then talked to nicole on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced her to end the convo at 3.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorraye, i was tired. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant be bothered to go into details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern about ______, guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for listening to me rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all a crazyyyy lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at new york new york for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy nice food. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but super ex, too. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the next time i go i wanna eat a fried mars bar. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to catch a movie with jacejeethisasha on thursday, i hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHOHOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3-5am today, i might be going to see the meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with esther and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, awesomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes up for all the 11:11 wishes ive missed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my posts are so boring nowdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and onerepublic and kris allen and FOB are out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a one-off, wasnt it.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i cant be bothered to type anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;you best be quick, you've got to run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-9123540506383572269?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/9123540506383572269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-there-giants-too-in-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/9123540506383572269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/9123540506383572269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-there-giants-too-in-dance.html' title='are there giants too, in the dance?'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3300367143531066754</id><published>2009-11-16T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:57:05.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks ain, thanks shaikha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you guys to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to my crap and trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for calling me nicole haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its okay that you had to go. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3300367143531066754?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3300367143531066754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-ain-thanks-shaikha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3300367143531066754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3300367143531066754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-ain-thanks-shaikha.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3400373064861617526</id><published>2009-11-16T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:27:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is your backbone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;How about a hug? It's the best kind of medicine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shrek the third. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been another slacky day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up, watched harry potter 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept pausing at all the really rare draco malfoy moments. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dissatisfied with the amount of showtime they gave draco. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched shrek the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny shit, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole you suck. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to that woman on the phone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(omg i havent done any homework. :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then slacked some more. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped mom cook (YES I CAN OKAY :B), ate dinner, hi im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAYS BEEN SO BLOODY BORING. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry sam i couldnt go watch the movie with you tonight. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrows gonna be one epic day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shh if you know why. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, now that the weirdness of it all is kinda dissipating, im kinda...excited? o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk. i like ______. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glass dome HAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k whatever. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mystery google is cracking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed 'my future husband' into the search box, and it gave me results for hairy/bloody poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideas for costumes, huh? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just searched it again and i got 'david'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down a bit more, and i get 'david's bridal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA THIS IS AMUSING. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored today, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever done with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;i'm breaking down your paper wall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3400373064861617526?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3400373064861617526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-is-your-backbone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3400373064861617526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3400373064861617526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-is-your-backbone.html' title='where is your backbone?'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5466090698052790472</id><published>2009-11-15T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:34:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>til everyone is singing</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Crash and Eddie: were you killed?&lt;br /&gt;Buck: Sadly, yes. But I &lt;i&gt;lived&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching ice age 3. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been pretty awesome too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bedok reservoir park for church thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my plans for a sunburn were foiled once again. rawr. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah, so im just going to skip the boring parts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around with esther for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about stuff and acted gay. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes deathly afraid of dragonflies its damn funny. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played with this one year old, phyllis, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shes like crazy smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she can sing. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also disturbed joash with my new favourite line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TELLER OF UNTRUTHS, YOUR PANTS HAVE COMBUSTED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to MLIA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoyed him like crazy. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and rented movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coraline, shrek the third, harry potter 5 (title too long uh HAHAHAH) and ice age 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went grandparents house for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, then watched coraline with benjoashjanelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so amusing seeing them freak out. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-randomly jumps off the couch-&lt;/span&gt; MAN THIS IS SO FREAKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joash: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-covers his ears and whines-&lt;/span&gt; eee... D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-keeps deathly quiet and still-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after coraline, went outside to watch the end of fantastic 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandfather kept switching to some stupid chinese program during the advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us kept whining at him to switch back. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-changes the channel due to our incessant cries-&lt;/span&gt; STILL ADVERTISEMENT LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-we stare at the screen, which is showing some advertisement for a laptop, with some galaxy-themed background-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh: its back ready la, gong! this is showing the galaxy. where the evil vacuum thing is coming from. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went home and watched ice age three. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hilarious. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello sam and farzana, thank you loads and i am touched. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie you need to change your clock timing HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dear, please dont worry okay! i swear things'll be fine. you know who you are. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to primary school peeps damn bad haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my affair! haha whats wrong dear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not you, shaikha. :B HAHA. but yeah i miss talking to you as well. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people, not enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the world was smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night. (:&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;i&gt;this will all be in our past...well, it might before the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5466090698052790472?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5466090698052790472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/til-everyone-is-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5466090698052790472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5466090698052790472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/til-everyone-is-singing.html' title='til everyone is singing'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-176995363879371043</id><published>2009-11-14T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:34:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAAH I AM LOVING MLIA MORE AND MORE NOW. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of curiosity, i went to click on their 'submit a story' page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had guidelines there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one of them was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don't make stuff up (Example: Today, I read a true story on FML. MLIA)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA TOTAL OWNAGE I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and just now, being bored, i went to prod my dad with my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turned to me and went, "ducks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what he means by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time now's 11:33 (i edited this post laa :B), and i was supposed to get off at 11:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad even reminded me like 23012046128937012 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now hes sitting here, engrossed with watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think hes forgotten. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, dad. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-176995363879371043?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/176995363879371043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahahahhaah-i-am-loving-mlia-more-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/176995363879371043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/176995363879371043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahahahhaah-i-am-loving-mlia-more-and.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-478026119729056906</id><published>2009-11-14T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:51:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wont find me here</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A HAPPY QUOTE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, I AM HAPPY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and i have no idea why. but i am. like, truly, genuinely happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is rare, so i shall be damn hyper HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellohello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was pretty fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so skip that hoho. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so lesson was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that had music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then spring cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPRING CLEANING WAS CRAZY FUN HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther and i cleaned the whiteboard CRAZY well. it was so white. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then dont know where they all disappeared to, and i was left with faithkarissagladysxionglexuexingnicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIONGLE SUCKS OKAY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the guys to sweep behind the piano, which was crazy dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiongle was sweeping, and all the dust got stuck onto his broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of shaking it off into the dustbin or dustpan like a NORMAL person, he shook it all back onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: DUDE! YOU JUST DIRTIED THE FLOOR AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: its OKAY. we will just sweep it up. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, he SUCKS at sweeping. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept missing the dustpan and just swept all the dust all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us were scolding him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his response: its OKAY. we will just sweep it up. AGAIN. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucker. ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his excuse was that 'no one can concentrate when theyre laughing so hard!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Xue Xing: THEN STOP LAUGHING LA.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[referring to xue xing]&lt;/span&gt; i'm SORRY i dont possess the same amount of EXPERIENCE and SERENITY that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shifu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[xue xings nickname]&lt;/span&gt; possesses. he has had YEARS of experience.&lt;br /&gt;Me: learn from him la!&lt;br /&gt;Xue Xing: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-turns to me-&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately, i have sort of been influenced by him to be slightly crazy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ahhahaa, oh no. :B&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: if &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; were influenced by xue xing, i would look like this. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-immediately changes his expression to a dead looking one-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-we all start laughing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: i did that once you know. for theolo. everyone was like asking me, 'XIONGLE! ARE YOU OKAY?'&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: YEAH, CAUSE YOURE NORMALLY SO FREAKING ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xue xing had the most RIDICULOUS broom ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like. shedding. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiongle and i were going crazy laughing at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nicholas started using some super shit balloon pump to pump air into my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like no effect? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: that balloon pump sucks laa.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-pumps harder-&lt;/span&gt; NO IT ISNT! I WILL BE SUCCESSFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn retarded HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they had to lift the piano back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-struggles with the piano-&lt;/span&gt; if this falls on my foot, xue xing...&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-suddenly shouts-&lt;/span&gt; OWWW! YOU DROPPED THE PIANO ON MY FOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-to xiongle-&lt;/span&gt; you're seriously SO ANNOYING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: BE GLAD THAT FOR THEOLO, HE WONT BE IN YOUR CLASS. AT MOST HE'LL JUST BE IN YOUR DUTY GROUP. i tell you okay. with him in your class, theres like NO PEACE. AT ALL. you just want to like smash his face or something.&lt;br /&gt;Xue Xing: yeah, and if you have him in your duty group, youre &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;. your duty will take FOREVER cause hes super slow.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: ITS NOT MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so started talking about theolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: its longer this year than last, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-all the boys look at each other and stone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: i dont remember. but honestly, it doesnt make a difference. you still die anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Me: YEAH ITS LIKE LESSONS NON-STOP. can die sia.&lt;br /&gt;Xue Xing: but its quite fun la. beneficial, too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: but its damn jialat la. i miss my friends birthday, too. LIKE. BY A DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-starts laughing-&lt;/span&gt; her birthday on second last day of theolo uh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: YEAH. damn suay right.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: yeah, that sucks haha.&lt;br /&gt;Me: can i like just go home on that day? cause like, the closing ceremonys on that day. and like just skip the excursion thing.&lt;br /&gt;Xiongle: NO. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-points to the theolo timetable on the wall-&lt;/span&gt; DO YOU NOT SEE WHAT IS AFTER THE CLOSING CEREMONY? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHURCH SERVICE&lt;/span&gt;. how can you skip that?!&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: i just hope the excursion isnt changed to tracting again. that was such a LETDOWN okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaah, i am not really looking forward to theolo now. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to them, theres also some lesson where you learn to SPEAK SERMONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas: it SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then wandered around with esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes a crazy banana eater. SHE ATE LIKE THREE AND THREE-QUARTERS HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amazed. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed a lot and talked about stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepper lunch for dinner yumyum. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, todays been pretty darn awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not letting anything ruin it, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT WORRY LUH JAMIE I WAS ONLY WONDERING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up early tomorrow to go church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN ITS OFF TO SUNBURN HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know whos gonna join me, but whatever i dont care. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall have my ipod for company if all else fails. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my ipod. it makes the insomnia less bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelles watching some loser movie on tv now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end they didnt rent anything. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. HAHA. i want shrek the third! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i have officially run out of youtube videos to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished watching all chick vs dick episodes yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find new stuff. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else i'm going to be bored tonight. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just listen to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that would possibly be sabotagical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know that isnt a word. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to read MLIA now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love that website. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PUDDIE.&lt;br /&gt;i've missed talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&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;i&gt;looking down on me - will you ever look away?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-478026119729056906?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/478026119729056906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-wont-find-me-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/478026119729056906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/478026119729056906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-wont-find-me-here.html' title='you wont find me here'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-4338581713378620770</id><published>2009-11-13T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:40:38.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she began to die</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Smile. It's easier than explaining why you're sad.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these past few days, ive been staying awake until around four plus, watching mindless videos off youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like chick vs dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS HILARIOUS ACTUALLY HAHA. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul twohill is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todays been crazyslack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooked instant noodles and stuff for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty nice really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i were spazzing about how nice ham is without being cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY ITS NICE HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not carnivorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so slacked around watched tv and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no life day. ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was pretty uneventful, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got punched in the arm by ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, thanks ah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had discussion for new teens camp games thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty fun, we were laughing like crazy. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas: oh so for my game right. we're going to have them throw water balloons backwards. and the person behind has to catch. and to make it more fun, we're going to put soap on the balloons. so its more slippery. :D&lt;br /&gt;Victor: then if the balloon kena their eyes how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-pause-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WE USE JOHNSONS BABY SHAMPOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;All of us: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-together-&lt;/span&gt; NO TEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor: we must make sure that when theyre playing the games right, the boys and the girls dont &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;look into each others eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Victor: yeah! later something happen how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy okay. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karissa: so for my game, theyre going to like. hold toothpicks with their mouths and pass rubberbands from toothpick to toothpick.&lt;br /&gt;Victor: but very easy lehh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: SO WE SHALL MAKE THEM HOOLAHOOP, TOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;Victor: WHATS WITH YOU AND HOOLAHOOPING?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: VERY FUN WHAT HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, planning games was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, my dad and i got sent home by my aunt and ashleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'this is it' started playing on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored, so i started snapping along and singing 'this is it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause thats the only line i knew HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then my dad pronounced me an mj fan. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he told my mom, who gave me a HUG. .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. retarded k. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday theres some church outing thingaye to bedok reservoir park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what im going to do there, so i think i will just sit there and get sunburnt [i can imagine dorcas going 'AND GET SKIN CANCER! ISNT THAT GREAAATT?' in that cheery sarcastic way of hers HAHA]. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle and ashleigh keep going on about how dark ive become recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT EVERYONE ELSE SAYS I LOOK THE SAME HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they cock-eyed uh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i random a lot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like that word. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. random random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like faber drives new album. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre cool. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im lazy to type so my post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;i can do whatever i want like you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-4338581713378620770?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4338581713378620770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-began-to-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4338581713378620770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4338581713378620770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-began-to-die.html' title='she began to die'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-8435305135536509506</id><published>2009-11-12T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:24:22.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>takes me nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been CRAZZYYY epic HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have started posting so late because i suddenly got flooded with msn convos. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh last night was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia night HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to random people until 3plusplus, then lay in bed and finally slept around 4 i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so todayyy, lunched with jamie and nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they kept teasing me about &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;, those suckypoos. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jodie came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teased somemore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to walk around parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders, where we looked at random things as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then epicenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was looking at the videos on the nanos there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE FOUND ONE OF ME SASHA ZAHWAH AND FARZANA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woahhh. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then bought grape ice cream from scoops as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jodie and nicole were marvelling at how realistic the taste was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jamie tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: tastes like cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF US WERE TOTALLY STUNNED HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ameba, then inQbox, then gramaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran around looking at cds again HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left for plaza sing to meet shaikha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there first, so wanted to buy tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm showing was SOLD OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wanted to buy 5.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trainee: third row from the front can?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ala, anything la.&lt;br /&gt;Trainee: -&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at the screen-&lt;/span&gt; oh. cannot. its sold out ready.&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhm. okay.&lt;br /&gt;Trainee: 6pm?&lt;br /&gt;Me: cant, too late.&lt;br /&gt;Trainee: 6.30?&lt;br /&gt;Me: o____o uh. no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA SO WEIRD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so called shaikha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned to go klp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her at the bus stop, took 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then made some instinctive decision to stop at suntec and try there instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WERE TICKETS FOR 4.35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bought, went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie had technical problems. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed in the theatre for like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even played taptap and watched music videos HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about our lives, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and conspired against her mom HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: you know i didnt tell my mom im going out today!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stares at her-&lt;/span&gt; WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: YEAH. i think i should call her then put down. 'sorry, mom, i TRIED TO CALL YOU..' HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAA. THEN SHE CALL BACK NOW HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-pauses-&lt;/span&gt; OH. YEAH UH. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-crazy laughter-&lt;/span&gt; then how???&lt;br /&gt;Me: turn off your phone la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: HAHAHA OH YEAH AAHH. HAHAHAH YOURE SO SMART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, in the end the movie was cancelled. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we got our refund, decided to try marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT WAS THAT CRAZY OKAY HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought tickets for 5.40 showing, even though it was already 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point i dont think we really cared HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikha said that the movie was like an hour and 40 minutes long, so thought it was still pretty reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so watched 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS LIKE THE WORST MOVIE ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean it in a real good way. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was shrieking and grimacing and crying throughout. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn freaky k i swearr. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but made me think. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie, i took a look at my phone's clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY freaked out. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OHMYSHIT ITS SO LATE?!?! HUH? SHAIKHA LOOK AT THE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: HUH OHMYGOD WHY SO LATE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i shouldve known better than to trust shaikha when she told me the movies duration. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so called my dad and apologised like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, he wasnt angry at all. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxon. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took 36 back with shaikha, who, as usual, was &lt;s&gt;talking loudly&lt;/s&gt; shrieking in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept repeating this line from some movie she saw but couldnt remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THATS MY SON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was giving suggestions to what movie it could be from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"finding nemo?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO. I NEVER WATCH THAT YET."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she changed it to "THATS MY BOY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chicken little?"&lt;br /&gt;"NO I ALSO NEVER WATCH."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on the way home i got an sms from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'LAVELLE I REMEMBER ITS FROM HARRY POTTER WHEN CEDRIC DIGORY DIED'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 9plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize i always go home crazy late when im out with shaikha. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the last time, (500) days of summer, i reached home at 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, it was awesome hanging out with my affair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a little heart-to-heart with zahwah and gladys too, on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaa, lifes pretty good now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like today. a lot a lot a lot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(though i am STILL disturbed. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, thanks for the AHMAZING day, guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you all loads. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i are going crazy typing in abbreviations HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZN - asian&lt;br /&gt;AYDY - are you done yet&lt;br /&gt;ALOL - actually laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats so annoying. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie i want 2pmmmm. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh did i just type that. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go crazy at night. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohnomymomjustcaughtme. :x&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;i&gt;though the truth seems near, you cant get there from here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-8435305135536509506?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8435305135536509506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/takes-me-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8435305135536509506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8435305135536509506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/takes-me-nowhere.html' title='takes me nowhere'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-255746753828708020</id><published>2009-11-11T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:27:25.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was at my great uncle's funeral. He had always had the greatest sense of humor, and he and my uncle were always picking on each other or playing pranks on each other. I then looked up to see my uncle walk in with a "get well soon" card. MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine okay it might be a bit mean. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i actually did go out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with grandparents, aunt, ashleighbenjaminjanelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda amusing, actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fist-bumped with my grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MADE HIM SO COOL HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at botak jones just downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandfather kept complaining about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everytime he called one of the employees over to hurl another complaint, we all immediately busied ourselves doing random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben read his book, us girls played with my ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about random crap with everyone, laughed at ben. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine i was the only one laughing. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughing at ben is fun. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound crazy spastic. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIED to sleep, but janelle kept disturbing me. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M LONELYYYY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying uh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was fine after i lent her my ipod. pffft. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, its lunch with jamie and nicole at twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what happens after that. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least i'm out of the house, ya know? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore idol is actually getting kinda better. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like all the posers are slowly trickling away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say this:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:380%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPSONZ, I MISS YOU GUYS TO LIKE THE EFFIN' MAXIMUM OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss going high, annoying each other, laughing, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i miss our heart-to-hearts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes so different without all of you guys, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT, I AM SLEEPING EARLY (my ass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha why did i even bother typing that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think life is so bloody boring nowdays. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'ma gonna stop rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;give me any reason to believe cause i swear i'm done here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-255746753828708020?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/255746753828708020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/255746753828708020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/255746753828708020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-still-breathing.html' title='i&apos;m still breathing.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7762962845476955376</id><published>2009-11-10T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:56:08.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half-truism</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;o.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate rotting at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i slept at like 5am ytd. well, today actually. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got shocked awake at one by rebecca cause she called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent like the whole day sleeping. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was crazybored, too, so searched through ipod apps for things to do with sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE LIKE THIS "MAGIC SLEEP" THING WHERE THEY PLAY SOUNDS THAT SUPPOSEDLY MAKE YOU SLEEP FASTER AND DEEPER. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it apparently "mimics the sounds made in females wombs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just sounded like a lot of humming and gurgling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me want to laugh. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe my insomnias so bad its beyond help. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no one to go out with tmr. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause everyones too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i'm just going to go out by myself. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up fong i dont care what you think (or know). :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think theres no sadder line in the world than "hi, can i have ONE ticket to the 23981237012pm showing of -insert movie name here-?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am friendless. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have to watch one more movie online cause i can find no one to watch it with in cinemas, i swear i am going to S-C-R-E-A-M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like really loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until my voice cracks and birds fly away from trees and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes i am serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were free-er BEFORE holidays than when they started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANNA WATCH 2012 HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm free thursday and friday (i think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not thursday anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT YES I &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; BE FREE FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahhaa. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get outta this house. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmphfff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;one is for envy, and one is just for spite. the cuts in my heart - they show in your eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7762962845476955376?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7762962845476955376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-truism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7762962845476955376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7762962845476955376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/half-truism.html' title='half-truism'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7566668206670233215</id><published>2009-11-10T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T02:58:54.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to "runt"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:380%;"&gt;HELLO DONT FREAK OUT ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope youre sleeping now. teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre gonna do fine okay i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST TRUST ME AND DUI ZI JI YOU XIN XING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont hyperventilate please its damn scary okay. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its to prove to yourself that you CAN cope, okay. remember. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont freak dont freak dont freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU AND YOU HAVE COUNTLESS WORRY LINES, I WILL KNOW WHY K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beware - you'll start looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SvhmPJ6j9iI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QiSYoC_Rw9s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SvhmPJ6j9iI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QiSYoC_Rw9s/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402180163576526370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ART SUCKS LA OKAY. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you get the point. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7566668206670233215?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7566668206670233215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-runt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7566668206670233215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7566668206670233215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-runt.html' title='to &quot;runt&quot;'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SvhmPJ6j9iI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QiSYoC_Rw9s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5462162200524889560</id><published>2009-11-09T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:59:55.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and no one ever knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;After some time, i guess we just get sick of caring, and we're too hurt to fight. Sometimes, no matter what you do, things won't be all right.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a busy day. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im super lazy to go into detail nowadays, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched mj ytd. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that bad, actually? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had really hot backup dancers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his female guitarist was AWESOMEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jealous. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea match was totally effed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like they played so well, and better than chelsea even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally didnt deserve to lose by some bloody freak-goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was depressed. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then found out that MY AMERICAN HEART HAS DISBANDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:D:D:D:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were just going to release their third studio album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my american heartttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they posted four songs that were supposed to be in their album free for download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEY SOUND BLOODY GOOOODDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh. what is it with people breaking up nowadays. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was asked to go bugis with sofea riny isabelle and farah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom didnt let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes so boring nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to watch coraline off the internet, since i think watching it in cinemas is out cause im not allowed out. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm still not back to the usual self yet, if youre wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;show me how to lie, youre getting better all the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5462162200524889560?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5462162200524889560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-no-one-ever-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5462162200524889560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5462162200524889560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-no-one-ever-knew.html' title='and no one ever knew'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-650859315516758692</id><published>2009-11-07T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T23:12:44.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye. Because goodbye means going away. And going away means forgetting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peter pan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so not in the mood for anything today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post about chalet, whooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, im grateful for all the time i spent with everyone and all the heart-to-hearts and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twoone i love you guys to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping for &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave morning service a miss to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at our grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big momma's house 2 is funny hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so tired today i was hardly making sense talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tire me out.&lt;br /&gt;you confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;you break me.&lt;br /&gt;you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;you are confused.&lt;br /&gt;you deserve to be pitied.&lt;br /&gt;you should go die.&lt;br /&gt;you are so random.&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;you have been making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to slap you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hide from you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to laugh with you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream at you.&lt;br /&gt;i want to run far, far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the same people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a random note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unknownhighway.com/images/uploads/huge_pimple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/19152.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purecostumes.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/05079_full_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 421px; height: 700px;" src="http://www.purecostumes.com/mm5/graphics/00000001/05079_full_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so wearing these some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2766808811250814095?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2766808811250814095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-wearing-these-some-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2766808811250814095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2766808811250814095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-wearing-these-some-day.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7156390548724499027</id><published>2009-11-06T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:32:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you cant stop me now.</title><content type='html'>class chalet was awesome, all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to post properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be feeling good enough tmr to bore you with the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7156390548724499027?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7156390548724499027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-cant-stop-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7156390548724499027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7156390548724499027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-cant-stop-me-now.html' title='you cant stop me now.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-789771541480640391</id><published>2009-11-02T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:03:21.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/Su7WjqwO4CI/AAAAAAAAArI/JMF7jVMNGB4/s1600-h/crazy-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/Su7WjqwO4CI/AAAAAAAAArI/JMF7jVMNGB4/s320/crazy-guy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399488911524159522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"spastic", not-haha-ing, not replying smses, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel better if you can, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre not failing. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i made you feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahah i dont care im apologising. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;8D &lt;-- haha our new smiley? O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really damn cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you'll be happy soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you loads and loads and loads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-789771541480640391?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/789771541480640391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/8d-haha-our-new-smiley-o-really-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/789771541480640391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/789771541480640391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/8d-haha-our-new-smiley-o-really-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/Su7WjqwO4CI/AAAAAAAAArI/JMF7jVMNGB4/s72-c/crazy-guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-5416201438550248911</id><published>2009-11-02T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:11:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Haikus are easy. But sometimes they don't make sense. Refrigerator.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre smart if you get it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me crack a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so drained today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks jamie thanks farah thanks nicole thanks zahwah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go out, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach or orchard or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep doesnt help shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not that i actually got much of that. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;it's a shame we had to be this way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-5416201438550248911?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/5416201438550248911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5416201438550248911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/5416201438550248911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-8389815037908506319</id><published>2009-11-01T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:48:14.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all we know is falling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, the best answer is silence.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup sup yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been okay hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been scaring nicole out of her mind cause I SERIOUSLY DONT THINK TORRES LOOKS HOT ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o____o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that chace crawford looks like a lion sometimes cause of his eyes. and alex pettyfers nose looks a bit weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man utd won hahaha heeehee yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chelsea next match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die la, honestly, seeing the way theyre playing now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today, went for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played super retarded games HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my team: esther, kimberly, rebecca, gabriel, benjamin lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabriel was damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;team 3 was leading, and he kept going, "WE MUST REDUCE THEIR LEAD! MAKE IT OR BREAK IT! WE MUST FIGHT TILL THE END."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he and zahwah can be good friends HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeaah, laughed a lot with (and at) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started laughing like mad because i found out dorcas's alarm every morning is 'a night to remember' from high school musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, its the only thing she can wake up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STARTING OF THE SONG IS DAMN GAY OKAY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Guess now it's official&lt;br /&gt;Can't back out, can't back out (no)&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the night of nights&lt;br /&gt;The night of nights, alright!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and charlenes alarm is 'i gotta feeling'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. thats hiarious HAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think dorcas's still owns all HAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheered me up like mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to botanical gardens with teacher wenli, rebecca, dorcas and karissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we had to like plan the questions for the scavenger hunt thing for new teens camp later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHOO I CAN GET SUNBURNTTTTT. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[with sarcastic enthusiasm]&lt;/span&gt; YEAH! and we can get SKIN CANCER, too! isnt that COOL? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha dorcas sucks. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so walked around totally highing and found stuff to make people find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're all damn retarded. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, since its for the new teens camp, i dont think i can post much about what we did there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause that'd be giving away the answers to those jy people who read my blog (AHEM AHEM ;D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home and slacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched step up 2 and talked to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize tmr is the start of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalets in two days WHOOOOOO. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay yay yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha fong i am very touched. :D&lt;br /&gt;and you are so retarded i swear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;dont you dare listen to the end and think.&lt;br /&gt;or i will slap you upside down.&lt;br /&gt;and make you watch a comedy in front of many people.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA I THINK YOU KNOW WHY THATS A THREAT. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi nicole i'm sorry im still freaking you out.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know why. but he doesnt appeal to me anymore. O:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I AM A CHANGED PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;dont slap me. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey affair dont be sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;i know you must feel life sucks now, but ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;just chill okayyyy. it was an accident, and those kinda things happen a lot.&lt;br /&gt;dont emo already and stop worryinggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES ON.&lt;br /&gt;as zahwah says: 'BE THANKFUL FOR WHAT YOU HAVE.'&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am ridiculously tired and its only 7.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i sleep and wake up later to stay up late? 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&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;i&gt;we try so hard to understand, but we cant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-8389815037908506319?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/8389815037908506319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-we-know-is-falling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8389815037908506319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/8389815037908506319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-we-know-is-falling.html' title='all we know is falling.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2687570419079070482</id><published>2009-11-01T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:12:26.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>further proof that I am not myself today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't find torres hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I okay? I have no idea. &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/3057370264052498643-2687570419079070482?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2687570419079070482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/further-proof-that-i-am-not-myself_1210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2687570419079070482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2687570419079070482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/11/further-proof-that-i-am-not-myself_1210.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7208776371977049490</id><published>2009-10-31T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:10:54.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's shut off their mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to Australia to buy Pork. Pork king, kentucky fried pork, and porkdonalds (y)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah and i were going nuts over pork. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: PORK IS SO NEGLECTED OKAY. WE SHOULD ALL PAY MORE ATTENTION TO PORK.&lt;br /&gt;Zahwah: HAHAHAHA. "WE SHOULD ALL PAY MORE ATTENTION TO PORK." THATS ONE OF THE MOST UN-USED SENTENCES I'VE EVER HEARD.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT, REALLY WHAT. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was some other sentence i said about pork which zahwah said was totally "un-used", too. but i forgot. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been pretty fun hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning was uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon, went to 7-eleven with rebecca and dorcas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rained when we were like a quarter there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt so bad until we were on the way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain was TORRENTIAL, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca and i were sharing an umbrella and dorcas was by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, becca. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were getting SUPER soaked and screaming rubbish at the bewildered dorcas walking in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DORCAAAASSSSSS!"&lt;br /&gt;"what what?!"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHAHA YOU DONT WALK SO FAST."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she got scared. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause she couldnt even hear us over the sound of the rain. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. thats how heavy the rain was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ground was COVERED in puddles, which rebecca and i tried in vain (okay actually we didnt even try HAHA) to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed some more and laughed maniacally. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas got scared-er. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things werent THAT bad until we were walking up the slope to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly this HUGE gust of wind blew at us, and rebeccas umbrella folded upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so water was pouring down onto us like no ones business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were screaming and laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-shrieks dramatically-&lt;/span&gt; GOD HELP US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas was already under the shelter and was laughing her ass off at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca and i stumbled into the building sopping wet, and bent over from laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was really fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bag was SOOOAAKKEEEDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so was i. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the hot magazine which i bought (CAUSE TAYLOR LAUTNER WAS IN IT HAHAHA) had a disintegrated cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt stop laughing over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebeccas butt made me laugh HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was completely wet, save this tiny triangular dry patch right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet the rest in jy and laughed our story about the rain out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was FREEZING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charlene and i had a good laugh about my magazine, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was torn everywhere, but the picture of taylor right at the corner was completely fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAYLOR LAUTNER HAS BEEN PRESERVED! O:"&lt;br /&gt;"woah. i guess even the rain knows better than to destroy him. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebecca was a crazy person and spent like $7.25 on gummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which everyone finished in like 5 minutes? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then went to grandparents house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got scolded by grandparents for my wet clothes. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, whatever. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv, played taptap and bridges and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to ben is weird and retarded and fun. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss those super long convos we used to have last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheh. we're still gonna watch click five together, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i'm getting their new album, whenever it comes out, for your birthday hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lend me after that yeah. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;im still worried, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;thanks yeah. haha. i knew you were the right person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;if you were a plaster, you'd be the best kind. big, waterproof, and for sensitive skin.&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha, and you'd have a pretty design, too. 8D&lt;br /&gt;really, it means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;i hope youre feeling better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden urge to dress up as thomas the tank engine. HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i am not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and take the bus in it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY I DONT KNOW WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think that'd be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever, i think i should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;everyones sleeping through life, afraid that their questions just might have answers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7208776371977049490?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7208776371977049490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyones-shut-off-their-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7208776371977049490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7208776371977049490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyones-shut-off-their-mind.html' title='everyone&apos;s shut off their mind'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2221632181097724611</id><published>2009-10-30T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:04:08.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you cant tell me to heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Today I was on Twitter. I was browsing the public feed, when I noticed a tweet that said "Giving birth, be back in a few." Words fail me. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been pretty fun hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are horrifically itchy and i have no idea why. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch i need eye drops. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went school early in the morning, met sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then daphne came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(your parents are amusing HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting mdm seah was pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just gave me my results, chortled about how busy she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the standard statement she gave everyone: "next year, must FOCUS! you know ah, i tell you. this class is SO NOISY! never listen to me. NEXT YEAR CANNOT LIKE THAT. must FOCUS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting lasted like, five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laaaamee. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mom went off, i hung around and talked to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed hi to them. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp crazy woman! :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i miss her already. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said hi to peoples parents and stuff. ahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped with them, too. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo-walked with shaikha. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain looks so much like her mom! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her dad is damn funny. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikhas dad, too. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda, your moms DAMN PRETTY! haaha. and she looks super cool. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise's mom too. AND SHE HAS BRACES HAHAHAHAH DAMN COOL K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha was shocked at the size of my mom. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"your mom looks tiny!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to prime prata with shaikha, zahwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met riny. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met fong and nicole and lynette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed and hugged them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I FEEL LIKE I HAVENT SEEN YOU ALL IN LIKE 8 YEARS OKAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mcd day today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went off to tampines mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about mmmmppphhhfff, our religions, places we've visited, and where people were conceived HAHAHAHAHAHAHA DONT ASK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love zahwah and shaikha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the sports bras there i swearrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah was like, "YOU PERVERTS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cotton on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried on shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had no specs. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met riny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the epicentre to try to fix my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause it had hung for some reason, and i was freaking out. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks riny for asking the dude there hahaa. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i want ipod speakers. heh. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long john silvers so riny could eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about how peoples answers annoyed us really bad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah youre so mean HAHAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to toys"r"us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went high there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riny was obsessing with the barbie dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hugged patrick stuff toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikha and i laughed at these four dora toys that had their hair completely messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY LOOKED DEMENTED HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah was being retarded. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to converse and other random shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah and riny HATE cute things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-shows zahwah a super cute penguin stuff toy-&lt;/span&gt; SO CUTEEEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;Zahwah: OH, MY GOD. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-grabs it and shows it to riny-&lt;/span&gt; LOOK, ITS SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;Riny: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-lets out a strangled growl and punches it, causing it to fall onto the floor-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retardsssss! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tampines one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diva has scary weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikha and i gave money to this poor dude with one leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously everytime i see those kind of people i feel bloody sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw a chicken man. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was like some dude dressed up in a really bad chicken suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahwah: skali inside the suit is some ah beng uh. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the roof to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got annoyed by these bunch of gay dudes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwahs primary school friend was one of them. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riny was being retardedly crazy and whining about shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE YOU SOMETIMES HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah was being crazy also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I AM GOING OFF! CHOICES HAVE CONSEQUENCES! ITS TOO LATE TO TURN THINGS BACK. BE CONTENTED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can i like snap my fingers and fly home? very near you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one had any idea what she was talking about. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got "invited" to fongs house, until she realized that she had to get ready for some wedding tonight. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah eh i want to see your house. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your clothes, which, judging by nicoles repeated descriptions, could probably clothe the whole of africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi im here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized i havent planned anything for new teens camp games yet oh noooooooooooooooo. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ah well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class chalet soon yay yay yay yay yay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. teehee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello you.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you read this, cause i swear that this whole thing isnt fake.&lt;br /&gt;there're just always two sides to everything, you know?&lt;br /&gt;thanks, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i love you a lot. really. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi you i didnt see you today and i hope youre fine.&lt;br /&gt;you know i love you loads too, right?&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i am SO-O-O worried.&lt;br /&gt;but i trust that you'll take care.&lt;br /&gt;please do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, need to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world. :D&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;i&gt;and it hurts remembering how it felt to shut down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2221632181097724611?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2221632181097724611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cant-tell-me-to-heal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2221632181097724611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2221632181097724611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-cant-tell-me-to-heal.html' title='you cant tell me to heal'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2808907080606594147</id><published>2009-10-29T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:17:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hope for me was a place uncharted</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TWO ONE!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i really do.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SECOND, DEARRRRRRRRRR. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you a lot okay.&lt;br /&gt;(haha, we didnt forget this time. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was not fun. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was more sad than fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedications soon okay hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school, took many pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked crapped laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned for the bazaar thingaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're so last minute LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we're cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jamie and pamela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed and hugged. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jamie asked me to go up to her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Surayah: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-stuns there when she sees me-&lt;/span&gt; what are you doing here?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: sup sup surayah! :D&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Surayah: why arent you in class?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dont know. fong invited me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-nicole bursts into spastic, loud laughter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Surayah: go back go back!&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHHA. fine, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then set up our stall at student activity corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2e5 people came to kpo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theyre super enthu okay. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had like huge posters and screamed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like pointing at them and bellowing: "PROPAGANDAAAAAAAAAAA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bullied into buying stuff from 2e4. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Cheong: DO IT FOR RYAN REYNOLDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. sure. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a cup of soyabean+chinchow thing from 2e5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole is very loud. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was teasing her like mad HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the one lifting the sign, so i was going, "GO NICOLE! LIFT IT HIGHER! HIGGGHHHEEERRR! 8D YOU CAN DO IT! JUMP JUMP JUMP! 8D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to hanis and shaikha and glenda and sasha and other random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to class to rehearse singing 'keep holding on' with hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching people go nuts playing tap tap revenge 2 is hilarious. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read my letter from zahwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started to cry. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to our 'club floor' (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farzanashaikhaglendasashazahwah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy high there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha threw glendas shoes down the hill or slope or wtv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaikha screeched songs and danced like some gay fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back for operation clean-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were taking photos and cleaning HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite funny uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then had class video screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started to cry really bad. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, thanks for the hugs glenda. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah performed 'breathe' for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started getting choked up and couldnt stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which, naturally, made us cry even more. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zahwah we all love you. thanks so much for the performance okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then after the video, hanis and i were supposed to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think we did a good job. HAHA. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt sing properly. voices were croaky and we were choked up, too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry 2e1. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the encouragement yeah, guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after, cried more and hugged and took pictures and cried and cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss you all so so so bloody much it sucks i swear. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand it ughhh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes sam. no more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.1 degrees did a dance, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they forgot their steps cause of all the crying HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still good. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then riny dirty-danced HHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ahhhh, i'm going to miss you, slut. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i mean slut in a nice way yeah. ;D HAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, cried some more, cried, and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne and eunice'd just come back from marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: I MISSED ALL THE CRYING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried like mad and hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already, puddie. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic wok with sashaglendaainrinyzahwahfarzanahanissofea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then parkway with farzanazahwahsasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders, ice cream, random walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEOPLE ARE SO UNPURE OHEMGEE. O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KPKPKP my ASS man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 2e1 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to anu about subject combinations and obs and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i have found someone who's as freakishly scared of heights as me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiqah, try to cheer up, and i'm sorry. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hi you.&lt;br /&gt;you probably wont read this, but heck. :)&lt;br /&gt;i know how it feels, and thank you so much for opening up to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry that i havent been talking to you recently. :/&lt;br /&gt;but i really do hope you know that you mean a lot a lot a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;i will never ever forget the person who taught me all those things (;D), invented those super amusing games, and got me into SO-O-O-O MUCH TROUBLE HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;vampire and werewolves. HAHA. our secret game. shh. :)&lt;br /&gt;please dont get depressed. D:&lt;br /&gt;i'm here for you if you need me, okay. i promise. really do.&lt;br /&gt;love you loads, okay.&lt;br /&gt;these past 6 years with you have been crazy awesome, and i wouldnt exchange them for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and dont scare me like that anymore. please. i beg you. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are sore shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWOONE, I LUV LUV LUV YOU. ♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget me, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i'll never be able to forget you guys, either.&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;i&gt;a twisted up frown disguised as a smile - well, you would have never known.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2808907080606594147?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2808907080606594147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-for-me-was-place-uncharted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2808907080606594147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2808907080606594147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-for-me-was-place-uncharted.html' title='hope for me was a place uncharted'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2897029849613726718</id><published>2009-10-28T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:27:16.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll dig a deep hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Like, if I see a messy room, I want to cry.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCD ALERT OCD ALERT HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda scared of you now. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been pretty good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went school, slacked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much during the school day i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people ponned school.&lt;br /&gt;no teachers around.&lt;br /&gt;talked to daphne, drew on her arm and knees (ITS ADDICTIVE I SWEAR :x).&lt;br /&gt;talked to bimbowhiny (try not to worry so much, babe. :) )&lt;br /&gt;talked to the usual peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, last day of school tmr ugh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad i'm sad i'm saaaaddddd. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anu: OHMYGOD, LAVELLE. I JUST REALIZED HOW MUCH I'M GOING TO MISS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, me too, anu. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brains not functioning well now, so sorry if i miss stuff out. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are so bitchy and annoying woah. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second last recess with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no no no. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENDA AND SASHA AND FARZANA AND ZAHWAH YOU ARE ALL GOING FOR RECESS TMR I DONT BLOODY CARE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last clique recess if you dont come i'll go to your house with a parang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i'll use it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i cant get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate change and i hate moving on and i hate separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually starting to tear now. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be prepared tmr. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class was really like totally pointless today HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just crapped a lot with people and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss 2e1 so so so damn much i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedications coming up for all my friends yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you might have to wait a while cause there're many to do. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, lunch at magic wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainshaikhahanisrinyfarahyfarahl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped a lot, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really love you all a lot a lot okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the PPG, too. ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will we still be able to do all this next year, i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbowhiny was there, too. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept telling her softballer friends about how i kept going 'i swear' and 'seriously' and stuff. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever its become a TWO ONE THING OKAYYY. O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoooo i started a trend. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be jealous, yo. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES TORRES IS HOT HAHA BUT I THINK I STILL HATE HIM NOW :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOO SCANDAL SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all suck. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then daphne came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted a while more and stuff, then left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne was coming to my house hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapped the whole way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your phones cool but SONY'S THE BEST HOHO. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes i love your doughnut drawings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle was so shy about meeting daphne. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne was shocked when she saw patrick. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amused at janelles atm piggy bank. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle was amused too. i dont think she thought any of my friends would be that quiet. or kiddish. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then watched 17 again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squealed about zac efron, with daphne just raising her eyebrows and shifting her eyes in that way of hers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HES SO CUTE OKAY HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then watched icarly, then drake and josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed a lot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love those shows hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went off to parkway to meet my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed to buy earphones and take passport pics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAPHNE FOLLOWED HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was damn hilarious at the traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, normally for parkway right, people'd just cross the road when there're no cars around and not give a shit about the green man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but daphne chose to stand there and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she was the only one standing there, waiting, while people all around her just crossed the road like it was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, like janelle, was amazed, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shes so quiet! why does she even mix around with you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, thanks mom. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both started scolding me about my unattached belt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: put your belt on properly!&lt;br /&gt;Me: after school laaaaa. can. :D&lt;br /&gt;Mom: NO. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-turns to daphne-&lt;/span&gt; youre a prefect, right? why never tell her?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: I DIDDD. but she dowan listen. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever yo. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, went to buy earphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really like them but whatever i guess LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to diva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAH DAPHNE LOOKED SO AWKWARD THERE. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amused. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-points to some necklaces with obnoxiously huge pendants-&lt;/span&gt; LOOK AT THOSE NECKLACES.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHA, yeah i know theyre insane-&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: HOW &lt;I&gt;BARBARIC&lt;/I&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DO YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my giant patrick balloon deflates, i can bring it back to the balloon store, and they'll inflate it again for 2 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so worth my (mom's) money. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahah. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then went to ameba and some random toy store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed her all the stuff that i'm always laughing about with JJSNRP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hahahha sam we saw the squawking chicken O:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked daphne to the bus stop and waited for bus with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE HAS THE SAME FEELINGS AS ME ABOUT CARS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that like. no cars should be dully-painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only bright colours, like yellow and hot pink and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that way, when there are traffic jams and shit, people wouldnt be that annoyed anyway. cause the road'd look damn pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: and i thought i was the only crazy one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can be crazy together. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i really miss your hobo hair. though i laughed at it a lot. :x sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for spending the day with me. haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm freaking for subject combinations. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit core or history core?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my dad wants me to take triple science. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to seriously. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah Yazmeen: LAVELLE PLEASE GO HISTORY CORE PLEASE PLEASE GO WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaahah, yeah but lit core sounds cool, too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like. idk. i like lit. o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to choose ahh. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's last day of school, going to go crazy with my peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne you sucker YOUR WHOLE MORNING IS GOING TO BE HOGGED BY ME MUAHAHAHAHA. &gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until 8, that is. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you marketing. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, post ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 2e1 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you, streaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bet i do.&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;I&gt;make sure your house's built brick by boring brick, or the wolf's gonna blow it down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2897029849613726718?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2897029849613726718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-dig-deep-hole.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2897029849613726718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2897029849613726718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-dig-deep-hole.html' title='we&apos;ll dig a deep hole'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2550146454940968055</id><published>2009-10-27T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:31:31.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth won't come from your lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;BAYWATCH, BABY!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, sentosa was really really fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW LIKE 10 HOT GUYS HAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and riny were squealing like mad. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the first one was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tall, tan, brown-eyed, long eyelashes, floppy hair, muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super lazy to post now and have a trillion other things to do, so hi this is a short post. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not sunburnt and that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;daphne you know the plans when we go to sentosa. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;farzanazahwahshaikharinysofeafarahy are the luvluvLUV.&lt;br /&gt;riny is crazy racist.&lt;br /&gt;swimming at the beach is fun.&lt;br /&gt;splashing and making other people scream is fun-&lt;i&gt;ner&lt;/i&gt;. ;D&lt;br /&gt;brief emo session at the beach was...quiet.&lt;br /&gt;save for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; not-emo people camwhoring. ;D&lt;br /&gt;hearing mats call riny a "slut" cause of the dare we made her do was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;ben and jerrys ice cream is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;my earphones spoiling on the way home was not.&lt;br /&gt;hot guys hot guys hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;i am really freakishly scared of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i am fit for obs. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the doctor was asking random questions like 'does your family have a history of sudden deaths?', 'do you have obsessive compulsive disorder?' and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like saying yes to all. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, k im really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently my mom says i &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; sort of sunburnt. o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&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;i&gt;dont wake, dont drown your thoughts. everything's fine without you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2550146454940968055?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2550146454940968055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-wont-come-from-your-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2550146454940968055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2550146454940968055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-wont-come-from-your-lips.html' title='the truth won&apos;t come from your lips'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3199014766215576791</id><published>2009-10-26T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:57:40.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>i've said it before, i'm saying it again, and i'm going to keep saying it for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIG.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;PEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;ARE.&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah lye, i love you to absolute bits haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for listening. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont let those mmmpphhff stuff get you down, okay. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HAHA I HOPE YOU DONT DIE. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need meetups i need meetups i need meetups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks ben thanks daphne haha.&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/3057370264052498643-3199014766215576791?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3199014766215576791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3199014766215576791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3199014766215576791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6768220118990217555</id><published>2009-10-26T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:31:13.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a pain i've never felt</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;"It's the air," Lucy whispered. "It's too heavy."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia is such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its also the only reason why i'm posting right now instead of getting some much needed shut-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match yesterday was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complained to jamie and daphne. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HATE TORRES NOW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne's awed reaction was priceless. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne was so annoying in the morning HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason there were FOUR prefects checking attire today? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed all their inspections. besides daphnes. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess cause she knows my socks are never at the appropriate height, and blah like that. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-knowing smile-&lt;/span&gt; SOCKS AH!&lt;br /&gt;Me: TSK FINEEE. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-starts pulling them up-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: cannot see! still cant see!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ANNOYING LA YOU HAHA GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: oh. and your belt also. through the loop, please. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: FINEEE. CAN YOU GO AWAY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-starts laughing-&lt;/span&gt; you know, its amusing how you two are such good friends, and you guys are acting like this now.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA, EXACTLYYYY. I DONT KNOW WHY ON BLOODY EARTH MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-smiles (ANNOYINGLY!) sweetly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okay. done. happy?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-shakes head-&lt;/span&gt; noooo! still got your left sock. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: OKAY I'LL PULL IT UP CAN YOU GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-stands there and grins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: still cant see your socks!&lt;br /&gt;Me: CAN LA OKAY. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: okay. :D &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-starts to walk away-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-i adjust my socks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-hurries back to me-&lt;/span&gt; DONT PULL YOUR SOCKS BACK DOWNNNNNNN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-we burst into laughter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to stand with shaikha and the rest, and she came to disturb me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr daphne you suck. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free periods galore today. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the first period talking to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: you need to cut your hair. (:&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO I DONT.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: yes. and pull up your socks. and wear your belt properly. and stand at your rightful place during assembly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youre lucky youre my puddie, dude. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farzana and zahwah were going nuts showing real unglam shots of people on the computer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHA LOOK DAPHNE THATS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: EH WHY GOT THIS PICTURE AH.&lt;br /&gt;Me: cause sasha was trying to take the old man beside you. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: when was this?&lt;br /&gt;Me: HARRY POTTER. :D&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: i want to watch movie againnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha, me too.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: LETS WATCH UP. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Me: ITS NOT IN CINEMAS ANYMORE LA PLEASE. HOW LONG AGO.&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: NEVER MIND, ITS OKAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: then what - youre just going to walk up to the counter and go, 'hi i want two tickets to Up'?&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-pauses, then gives a megahuge, megainnocent grin-&lt;/span&gt; PLEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people were going crazy playing cluedo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finished up my dnt file (yes :X) with sam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam is fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-frantically, to farah-&lt;/span&gt; WHERES LAVELLE?&lt;br /&gt;Farah: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(i think she jealous uh O:)&lt;/span&gt; why LAVELLE?&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: CAUSE SHE ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha im honoured. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out it was about her getting her phone wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rice has been my (phone's) lifesaver. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then learnt how to play little fighter 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, actually quite fun eh. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was screaming and laughing like mad with farzana. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT BAD K I KILLED MANY PEOPLE. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to SOMEONE'S 12, ahemahem. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my recount of today is all messed up. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, not in sequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for recess, atetalkedlaughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA TMR BABY WHOOOOOOO~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one even knows who's going HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my class is damn pro. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read jodi picoult outside class with jacelyn, then talked to vanessa tan and eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay more like argued with vanessa, with eunice watching. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa tans damn fun i swear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then what did i do. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played more LF2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaikha: OH WHO WANTS TO CHALLENGE THE LITTLE FIGHTER PRO? O:&lt;br /&gt;Farzana and Me: YEAH RIGHT. THE "PRO" WHO KILLED TWELVE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice, your art really isnt bad i swearrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;miss della has crazy high expectations, maybe. :/&lt;br /&gt;cheer up okay.&lt;br /&gt;dont give up hope yet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung around with shaikhafarzanameenahzahwaheleanor for a while, then rushed off to meet nicole all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to subway with nicoleesthersamantharachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes i like listing names like that. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went crazy high there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and rachel &lt;s&gt;talk&lt;/s&gt; yell to each other like theyre trying to communicate across the poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha got so annoyed HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-to nicole-&lt;/span&gt; CAN YOU STOP YELLING?! THE WHOLE DAY I'VE BEEN COVERING MY EARS EVERYTIME I SIT BESIDE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esther was waving her (very crappy) phone around like shit trying to get a signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha loser cant sms your bf. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then jamie came for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS DRINKING THE HUGEST CUP OF SPRITE I HAVE EVER SEEN. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie you peeeeeggg. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then esther and rachel left, and nicole samantha and i went to gramaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two of them were searching through all the CDs trying to find artists i have never heard of before. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause they were convinced i knew everyone. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just cause i was grabbing album after album and going, "OH LOOK RAZORLIGHTS/THE OFFSPRING/BREAKING BENJAMIN/DEAD BY SUNRISE/BLAHBLAH! THEYRE AWESOME. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want owl city's album please please please i think hes damn coooolllll. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then went to borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued rambling about how much i now hate torres. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to leave super early, cause had to go home and take care of janelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: okay when youre leaving i'm leaving too.&lt;br /&gt;Me: why? you guys stay luh!&lt;br /&gt;Samantha: I DONT WANT TO BE STUCK ALL ALONE WITH NICOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{sidetrack}&lt;br /&gt;im facing my giant patrick balloon now and HE IS SO HOT OKAY. :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love love love it to bits. :B&lt;br /&gt;{/sidetrack}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, hi i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired and it really sucks that I CANNOT SLEEP AT FUGGIN' ALL. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go read some jodi picoult and then try again, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr insomnia go awayyyy. ):&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;i&gt;where do we all find love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6768220118990217555?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6768220118990217555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-ive-never-felt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6768220118990217555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6768220118990217555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/pain-ive-never-felt.html' title='a pain i&apos;ve never felt'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-4532195252917525568</id><published>2009-10-25T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:07:11.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...IS THAT A GIANT PATRICK BALLOON?!?!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:280%;" &gt;MY MOM BOUGHT ME THE GIANT PATRICK BALLOON HAHAH HAHAH HAHHAAH HAHA HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today, went out of the room all groggy, and stunned there when i saw this giant pink floating thing in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY HAHA DO YOU KNOW ITS HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, it reaches just above my belly button. (SEE DORCAS I'M TALLER HAHA YOU MEANIE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote samantha ho: "i feel so happy for you. you have found the love of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i did was to call daphne. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands were shakinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne was so anti-climax. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh. congrads. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, okay fine i kid. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its behind my bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strings long enough for it to float just above my bed frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i realize that when i'm lying down, i'll be seeing his belly when i look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a hot belly. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PATRICK IS A HFS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot.&lt;br /&gt;fat.&lt;br /&gt;starfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the (late) morning cleaning out all my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept loads of things that mom called "rubbish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flyers and postcards from the singapore arts museum.&lt;br /&gt;a print-out of danny phantom.&lt;br /&gt;a paper scribbled all over with red ink, with really bad drawings of cows and rectangles.&lt;br /&gt;post-its.&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 'Best of Me' guitar chords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize most of my happiest memories have you and you in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. really. a lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped up books, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom thought i was crazy HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it was satisfying. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lay in bed and played with my ipod and listened to songs and failed trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tried learning how to play "i swear this time i mean it" by mayday parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chords are easy enough, just that the strumming pattern is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrrrrrrrr (HAHAHA, hi jamie! :B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so free its AMAZING HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep thinking i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realize that i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im going to try sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;livepool vs man utd tonight omg omg omg omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i have resolved not to talk during and after that match. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;webcam-ed with her just now to show her my patricks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then her sister came too and was like: WOAAAHHH SHE HAS PATRICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have five. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its easy to tell what things i'm crazy about my just going into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see patricks, and man utd stuff everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize i random a lot when i post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, its fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa on tuesday, babyyyyyy! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with many people, apparently? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know who's going HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh puddieeeeeeee! WE MUST FIND A DATE LOL.&lt;br /&gt;need to catch up. very very very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello fong.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for last night (or early this morning).&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE I'M A PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manutdpleasewintonight. O:&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;i&gt;you dont deserve a point of view, if the only thing you see is you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-4532195252917525568?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4532195252917525568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4532195252917525568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4532195252917525568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-second-chance.html' title='the last second chance'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-1743454846120459937</id><published>2009-10-24T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:08:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:380%;"&gt;HI JAMIE FONG ILY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1743454846120459937?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1743454846120459937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-jamie-fong-ily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1743454846120459937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1743454846120459937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hi-jamie-fong-ily.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-4288326707410323682</id><published>2009-10-24T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:29:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramming ideas down my throat</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am back very early from church, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty uneventful today, too. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dorcas you suck youre so mean HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad and i have been going crazy recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while sending me back home, we got into some whine-fest about how annoying we found each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOU'RE SO ANNOYINGGGGG!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: YOU'RE SO ANNOYING TOO OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YOURE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: YOURE FOREVER GIVING ME ATTITUDE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: YEAH, THATS CAUSE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOURE ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, anyway i'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in complete darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i literally cant see anything but my laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a damn cool feeling, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the world's only as big as my laptop screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like im sitting on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mayday parade and paramore blasting from the speakers adds to the coolness. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up jamie im not a lizard. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, talked to nicole till 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent talked to her in A-G-E-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to people on the phone. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie singing/rapping to me, daphne and i making no sense, farzana and i laughing over super random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE CONFERENCES HAHAHAHA. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie and nicole, and my clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out that as small as my world is right now, its not small enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance is a bitch when it runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:280%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;BALLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;next time you point a finger, i'll point you to the mirror&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-4288326707410323682?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/4288326707410323682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/cramming-ideas-down-my-throat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4288326707410323682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/4288326707410323682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/cramming-ideas-down-my-throat.html' title='cramming ideas down my throat'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-3403629087002497658</id><published>2009-10-23T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:32:08.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i swear i'm done here</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I DIGGED STUFF OUT OF YOU. D:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, inside joke. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt post ytd cause my laptop was dead and my charger was screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was real fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED CHINESE HAHAHA WHO CARES. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and math was pretty fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had damn bad cramps, left script checking halfway to go to the sick bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the help and concern, peeps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie was awesomeeee. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thomas dekker is hothothot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENDA AND SASHA WERE INSENSITIVE SHIATS AND LAUGHED THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-points to thomas dekker on-screen-&lt;/span&gt; does he die?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah. D:&lt;br /&gt;Glenda: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-bursts into happy laughter-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazayyee. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach with family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popcorn is so filling. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad started talking to me about GUYS. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: so... you read twilight, right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Dad: do you like that.. whats his name... edward...pattinson?&lt;br /&gt;Me: o__o ITS ROBERT PATTINSON OR EDWARD CULLEN LA HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay fine! do you like that kinda guy? the dark, brooding, mysterious type? O:&lt;br /&gt;Me: o__o whaaat.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: or do you like ZAC AFRO? :D&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHO IS ZAC AFRO??!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: naahh! that high school musical, 17 again person...&lt;br /&gt;Me: ZAC EFRON LA.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay fine! him!&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Dad: so, what kind of guys do you go for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: tell me! I AM YOUR FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;Me: FERNANDO TORRES. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Dad: THAT IS A &lt;U&gt;LOUSY&lt;/U&gt; CHOICE! LIVERPOOL PLAYER. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HES SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: NO HE ISNT. AND LOOK AT HIS HAIR! HE CANT EVEN DECIDE IF HE WANTS TO BE BLONDE OR BRUNETTE.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HES BOTH AND ITS AWESOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;Dad: HE DYES HIS HAIR SO MUCH HES GOING TO BECOME BALD. HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO?! AND ANYWAY HES BEEN BALD BEFORE AND HE LOOKED HOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dad: he'll look like SKRTEL. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that wasnt insane enough, he decided to tell me about his love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: you know, when i was in JC, there was this girl who liked me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: I DONT WANT TO HEARRRR.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: BUT &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I WANT TO TELL YOU&lt;/span&gt;! SO. as i was saying. you know, she was quite pretty...&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO NO NO SHUT UP AAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: LISTEN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screamed like mad and then ran off. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i guess thats a super summarized thursday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit marks couldve been better, but wtv i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved right up to the front of the class to talk to daphne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she pleated my shoelaces. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wasnt allowed to untie them. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told her about my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whined to her about lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed her arms and squealed and prevented her from helping anu. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing that shes already weird, cause if not i dont think our friendship would have lasted this long. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess, talked and laughed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even remember about what. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to class and chatted with random people, then talked about "life" with shaikha, glenda and zahwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back to hall for science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat with eunice. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice is fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was praying like mad before i got the paper for at least a 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back paper: 64.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead i just closed my eyes and repeated 'hallelujah' like five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my section B was apparently the killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.5/40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like: ah crappppp. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, while going through, i found ELEVEN MISSING MARKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got 75.5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice was funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so were eleanor and jia nan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed like mad. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleated eleanors laces! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she likes them better than daphnes HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to daphne a little, then went off for a romantic walk with shaikha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to class, went off with glenda to 2e5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fong had some migrane and i was tormenting her by choosing gay songs on her ipod for her to listen to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda was laughing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to carry this box full of my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, cause i didnt clear them before. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to kope the box from sofea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl guides cookie box. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote "THIS IS NOT" on the box as a heading. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie, nicole, jodie, samantha were damn nice and kept offering to help me carry my box. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST FRIDAY WE DIDNT HAVE MCD. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, we walked into mcd and saw it was to crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went to kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally ended up at pasta mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went CRAZY high there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands were shaking shiat from carrying the heavy box for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samantha and nicole kept slapping them spastically. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate, went TOTALLY high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie was having some crazy bad migrane and we werent supposed to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i cant remember what i said, but she burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodie: YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO MAKE HER LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH RIGHT. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-turns to jamie-&lt;/span&gt; I'M SO SORRY I'M SO FUNNY HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-everyone starts to laugh-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY I'M GOING TO SAY SOMETHING SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-everyone waits in anticipation-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhhh. i had a fish that died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-everyone starts laughing again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHY THE HELL IS THAT FUNNY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously went crazy high there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DONT SEE DONT SEE!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'M NOT SEEING NOT SEEING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-horn action- WOOF WOOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosebleed caps. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we started to rip up my papers. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worksheets i had in my box, and my science workbook and practical book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like santa claus HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO WANTS GEOG? :D"&lt;br /&gt;"OH ME ME ME!"&lt;br /&gt;"CHINESE, ANYONE?"&lt;br /&gt;"I WANT GIMME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jamie still had her migrane. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left early, compared to our usual time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lugged box back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my arms have died. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was uneventful today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SEE BEN I TOLD YOU DATING TWINS WAS HARD. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2e1's class chalet looks like its gonna be a BLASSTTT. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up zahwah. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i made you worry. :/&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i cant make those promises, cause i'd be lying.&lt;br /&gt;but i promise i'll be okay, soon.&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, cheer up okay.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think my distractions helped. :X&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow time now's 12.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY I TOOK SO LONG HAHAH. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janelle was going crazy just now talking to nicole on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE WAS BEING SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-turns to me, beaming-&lt;/span&gt; I THINK I CAN MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUR FRIENDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. :D&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;i&gt;promise me some dignity if i were to stand and die here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-3403629087002497658?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/3403629087002497658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-swear-im-done-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3403629087002497658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/3403629087002497658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-i-swear-im-done-here.html' title='cause i swear i&apos;m done here'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-889879765944648683</id><published>2009-10-21T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:59:14.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We tried to fight for what we thought that we believed in. Maybe it was all for nothing. I bet that it was. So we drive, 'cause we like to be alone. There's nowhere for us to go. How can you think that any of this was easy, with all the friends I've lost along the way? When this is over, we're all getting older now, and we all play a part in it. Innocence is falling - can you hear them calling now? We tried to fight. I guess sometimes you find it's pointless, as long as you can live with yourself. Tell me how you do that. So it's time that we take the open road, since there's really nowhere else for us to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorely miss the vibrant gleam that's in your eyes. But what's holding me back is the thought of time we never had. My world's hanging by three words that I can't bear to say. Do you hurt the way that I do? After all this time, you leave me broken. I'm hoping that you still think of us. I told myself that I'll be fine, but it's a lie. I don't wanna talk about it. Memories cut like knives, and deep inside, I'm falling. Will you catch me if you can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-889879765944648683?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/889879765944648683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-tried-to-fight-for-what-we-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/889879765944648683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/889879765944648683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-tried-to-fight-for-what-we-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-1491599084659346347</id><published>2009-10-21T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:59:32.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that words arent enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;There is no charge for awesomeness... or attractiveness. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently watching kung fu panda. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so results are in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, part of them, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOODBYE, GEOG, AND SCREW YOU. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did crap for it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topped english. in my class, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT CLOSE TO AN 80. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got smacked a lot by people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurt. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting with sam while checkng english papers was funnnn. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked, laughed, and she drew patrick! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam's damn funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then laughed with farah aishah about her compo. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zahari: there was some girl, who wrote like 7 pages for her compo! and it had a lot of violence. like, the father tied the girls hands up and locked her in a room, then went out to have beer. when he came back, he realized he'd been gone for 3-4 hours. then he realized that he had tied the girl's hands too tight, and they were blue-black. so he rushed her to the hospital. and the girl had to get her hands amputated!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-to samantha-&lt;/span&gt; okay. thats farah aishah's compo. CONFIRMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see faishah, i know you so well HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemo is nemo's best friend. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, inside joke. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT PEMO SUCKS, OKAY, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glenda and i were laughing at her retard game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLOSE OPEN OPEN CLOSE CLOSE OPEN CLOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close or open? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sasha was so confused and screaming: "WHATTTT? I DONT GET IT!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was a quiet-ish affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent had it in such a long time HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss eating with peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked geog paper in the studio after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cramped shit. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat beside eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for trying to cheer me up, haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm fine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(honestly, i'm surprised i was so calm. o__o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to sit with ma peeps. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played retarded games. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUZZY WUZZY LIKES SPOONS BUT NOT FORKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, whatever. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne you are so scarygross sometimes. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. i still love you loads. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught up with faishah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been so long since i've talked to her. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked about our lives and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you faishah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back history papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI I'M TAKING HISTORY HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got, amazingly, a 76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine to you crazy smart pro people, its not amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT IS TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering how i've been getting shitty 60+s for the past three terms. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY, GENUINELY, GET THE PEEL FORMAT HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ben! I SURVIVED HAHAH HOW ARE YOU DOING? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, zahwah. I AM NOT HAVING A "SCANDAL" WITH HIM HE'S MY COUSIN. -____-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((SHUT UP YOU OTHER PEOPLE NO COMMENTING ABOUT AHEMAHEM HAHAHA. :X))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so played more retarded games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh hunnaye!&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i want to knowww. :X&lt;br /&gt;cheer up okay, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;loveyou. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farzana, I WANT THAT EMAIL SOON SOON SOON HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s439.photobucket.com/albums/qq114/break-thenews/?action=view&amp;current=adam_lambert3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i439.photobucket.com/albums/qq114/break-thenews/adam_lambert3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this would be considered total P-O-R-N if he wasnt gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to fong is fun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for cheering me up, and ily. :)&lt;br /&gt;PSYCHIC SPECIAL FRIEND HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i swear its freaky but downright awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo it feels cool posting here again. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to eat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr - chinese (HAHA CAN I PASS PLEASE :D) and maths paper checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my sisters keeper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOMAS DEKKER HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet he'd still be hot even though he's bald. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, bye. (:&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;i&gt;she turns the pages every day, just to change the mood. but every chapter reads the same - it's so hard to make it through.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-1491599084659346347?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/1491599084659346347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-words-arent-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1491599084659346347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/1491599084659346347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-words-arent-enough.html' title='that words arent enough'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-2507636897260956586</id><published>2009-10-20T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:55:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she fell to the bottom of her life</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY:&lt;br /&gt;Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh!" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BESTFRIEND, NORMAL #7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what they say, you'll always still be one of my bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;they cant control it, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;you have the shirt, you have us, and we have you in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;they can try to keep you from talking to us, force you to keep your distance.&lt;br /&gt;but they cant change the way we feel.&lt;br /&gt;youre with us every single day, even if it isnt physically.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do to solve this, and i dont know how to make you feel better cause i swear i'm feeling damn shit now, too.&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream and cry and jump around and run in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and i want to okay no i wont i wont i wont&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss talking to you, but i hope we can still sms and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;words arent enough.&lt;br /&gt;best friend, i love you ttm.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can say, and im sorry it isnt enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays been shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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;i&gt;she struggles to find herself in time, but she can barely move. never getting what you've been crying for - its always the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-2507636897260956586?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/2507636897260956586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-fell-to-bottom-of-her-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2507636897260956586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/2507636897260956586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-fell-to-bottom-of-her-life.html' title='she fell to the bottom of her life'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6605259102188593264</id><published>2009-10-20T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:05:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i'm still here. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still reading mlia. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most epic yet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I checked my Calc grade online. I got a 2905 out of 30 on a math test. I now have an 892 % in the class. I don't think I'm going to tell the teacher. MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I saw a MLIA posting about a student that got a 2905 on a test out of 30. I am a teacher so I looked over my online gradebook and sure enough, it was my student. Alex Viveros, you're busted. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA COOL SHIT K. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For halloween my friends and I are all going to be the wizard of oz crew. One of my friends decided he should be the yellow brick road. We have now decided that he will be running ahead of us, as we chase him screaming "FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD." I am now extremely excited for Halloween.MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually feel like celebrating halloween now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and proof that hobos are smart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I just lost a bet to a homeless man he guessed what state I was born in (an infant), how many kids my father had (0 my mom had the kids) , and how many letters where in your last name (12 "your last name"). Best two dollars I ever lost. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most awesome distraction i've found yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheehee. 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6605259102188593264?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6605259102188593264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6605259102188593264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6605259102188593264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-im-still-here.html' title=''/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-6676909428644256334</id><published>2009-10-20T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T01:17:03.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mlia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I was watching Blues Clues with my two-year-old sister. She lost interest and left the room. My mom came in to see what I was doing and I told her that Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper were having another baby. She responded with, "No way!" She then sat down and watched with me. My sister was no where to be found. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, as I was driving home I noticed a street called Drury Lane. I plan on going back tomorrow and finding the muffin man. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, in one of my classes, we talked about the first swear word we learned. A quiet kid suddenly said in hushed tones, 'Voldemort'. I love high school. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I went grocery shopping with my dad. We realized we forgot to get something in an aisle we had just passed. We pretended to rewind ourselves and made sound effects. People clapped. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was driving in the car with my 6 year old son. The song "Party in the U.S.A" came on the radio. After it was over, my son asked me, "Mommy, do you know why she says that the butterflies fly away?" After saying no, he proceeded to tell me that the butterflies were scared of her face. I've never felt more proud. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was with my four year old cousin. She lives on a farm, and has a pet chicken named Bob. I said, "Emma, is Bob a boy or a girl?" She gave me a look and said, "It's a chicken." MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was talking to my 7-year old cousin on what kind of job she wants when she's older. She responded with, "I want to be a blow job, because people are always saying they want one. I'll never go out of buisness." I still haven't stopped laughing. MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was babysitting twins. We were playing house when I asked one of them what he wants to be when he grows up. He told me, "a gay farmer, because regular farmers are boring". Trying to stifle a laugh I asked him if he had a back-up plan. "An evil dentist," he replies, "but I'd still be gay." MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The other day me and my friends were discussing halloween costumes. My friend is a die hard spiderman fan so I asked him if he was goingto be spider man. He promptly responded " No that would be stupid, I'm going to be a waffle." MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, my grandmother asked me what I was going to name my baby. I told her I was going to name her after glorious and powerful country. My grandmother said she thinks America is a beautiful name, I told her the country I was talking about is Narnia. Her face was priceless. MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, my best friend gave me his password to his facebook and I asked, "why?" He simply said "So when I die you can play tricks on people." I then gave him my password. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, my friends and I went to Starbucks when we heard the American national anthem on the loudspeakers. This was odd, mainly because we live in Canada. MLIA&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today, I was at a train station, between platforms 9 and 10. On one of the columns, there was a sign that said "Please do not try to run through." It made my day. MLIA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these put a smile on my face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i can relate to the first. HAHAA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml, you have been owned. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-6676909428644256334?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/6676909428644256334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/mlia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6676909428644256334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/6676909428644256334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/mlia.html' title='mlia.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3057370264052498643.post-7830879063166870511</id><published>2009-10-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:30:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>i'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3057370264052498643-7830879063166870511?l=break-thenews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/feeds/7830879063166870511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7830879063166870511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3057370264052498643/posts/default/7830879063166870511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://break-thenews.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>L-A-V-E-L-L-E.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XAF0hCxHwRQ/SowLObMqYFI/AAAAAAAAAqc/p4aleTbbZ5U/S220/008s1bea.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
