<?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-1241430066106662778</id><updated>2011-05-05T01:08:11.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sarah's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-7406423519331382975</id><published>2008-07-15T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:41:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultra!HOT :D</title><content type='html'>went back home early, there was no french today! :D hoorayz. most best, elearning. but burden is go home still must do work &gt;_&lt;  rawr :DDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, eugene just enlightened me. d and everyone else out there is such a huge mistake and i'm quite dumb :] i must be like huh, kimberly, sofina and meiyi and anyone else out there, and focus on my studies :D plus guitar+piano+art :D and love my family, friends and myself :D because at the end of the day, good things all will come to an end. and the things that end first are bgr LOL! so whats the point in mantaining this and that lar (: just yeah, put that aside and hm, prioritise! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back frm dinnner at white sands :D then went up to popular :D daddy bought a yellow and a red notebook for me :D wahah, the word is qiao zha. but its quite cheap what. they have sexy neon covers :D ultra!HOT! is the word :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda getting over the fact that i can't go back on teacher's day already lah D: yup, vienna's more important :D its the current what, and its a team thing! :) plus, there's no point reliving the past, i should appreciate the present circumstance that i'm in now :D but i still miss every sixtenner alive :) esp. uh, nicky(eh balls, i see u like everyday -.-), carolyn, esther, joey, jiaqi(second ball!), yingliang, sam, ryan, xianwei :D hahaha (: which actually means the next time i see all of them again, which is when they're sec 3, they'd be wearing LONG PANTS!!!! omgomg, to cover their hairy legs =.= HAHAHA! i can't wait i can't wait! :D yl and sam taller than me liao, dieszx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rar, there's PE tmrw, kinda NOT looking forward to the 3km marathon D: its going to suck, a hell lot. cos it means PE lesson must run D:  okay, sarah, tmrw, 1 hour, 4 rounds then can play liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D byebyezx. i shall download my science sounds :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-7406423519331382975?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7406423519331382975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=7406423519331382975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7406423519331382975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7406423519331382975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/ultrahot-d.html' title='ultra!HOT :D'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-6468433354326423180</id><published>2008-07-15T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:29:58.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gazed, then stared.</title><content type='html'>in com lab now, learning some video editing software, adobe premier pro :D hahah, it ain't as bad as sketchup. :D but the upcoming project would suck la, like all the other projects :x heng not pairwork sia, pairwork damn mafan de -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored everyday in class :D but i love my place (: haha, it's directly next to the windows (so cool when it rains luh!) plus the fan's like directly above me :D thats the best right?! and its at the back of the whole class :] (heh, but sometimes can fall asleep lah -.0 i'm guilty of daydreams!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUOWEI, your combination of uh stomach ache like adkjfhlakjdsfadsf + fever + flu + headache, GET WELLL SOOOON YEAHHHHH :D hahaha. i feel like some idiot, cos i'm blogging in the com lab. when actually i HATE to blog with eyes around me lol. true what xD exp: writing your diary in front of your mom. like uh O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had um, hcl which i always blank out on D: sighs. xls, i know i very unfocused huh, but dont change place lehs D: i'd try to focus more, like hehx. cos really lah, there's soo little stuffs to study for chinese, its luck+geniousity+chengyumemorise thats all:D wahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr. then was history i think .. isit?! i focus like alot alot alot ! :D i feel dammit refreshed, hooohah :D cos test's coming mah :D but still, i'd go and slack at home de lorh DDD: sarah, gambatte ne right?! -.- thats crazy lah, i can sit there 2hours book in front of me, but i'd end up checking my fone, daydreaming about you know who, go tidy my drawer, etc. fan zheng, its unfocused studying which directly proves to be the least of effectiveness &gt;.&lt; sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was slack. bye mr. chan, hi miss ng, you're finally back :D yay! :D hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was science i think :D mr. seow is a great teacher i think :D cos basically i UNDERSTAND waves!!!!!!!!!!~ woooohh! haha, congratulate me! i toggled the formulae :D waha. but sometimes he bcomes too dry and i fall asleep D: i hope seow doesn't catch me hah! :D he was talking halfway then i shuang shuang take out some mraker pen and tattooed a heart and wings on my wrist :D its super cool lah (: then i took a orange pen and drew a dotted line, center saying, CUT HERE! :] thats most best, most emo (:&lt;br /&gt;i think tattoos are cool :D waha. i want a heart/star/ letter s on my ankle/wrist/ waist when i grow up i think :D this is my thinking now luh, i kinda hated tattoos at first, but hey, no pain no gain. I LIKE THE ARTS, so ARTS HERE I COME :D how artistic huh :) i doubt my mom will kil me anyway -.- hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-6468433354326423180?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6468433354326423180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=6468433354326423180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6468433354326423180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6468433354326423180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gazed-then-stared.html' title='i gazed, then stared.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-1290263267175774826</id><published>2008-07-04T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:23:05.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you gave me this song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and highlighted are the lines that i agree with you ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;要不是你讓想念猖狂 打破天窗我不會發現枕頭上的荒涼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以為你就是故鄉卻變成我的流浪誰的傍晚 是誰的天亮？&lt;br /&gt;十九八七六十六億人&lt;br /&gt;同時狂歡五四三二一個人倒數孤單&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;回憶的擁擠廣場假裝你還在身旁就像你最愛&lt;br /&gt;依賴我的肩膀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一行詩的狂妄&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;第一首歌的難忘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;第一次吻你的唇 你的倔強&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;第一顆流星燦爛&lt;br /&gt;第一個天真願望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;第一個諾言對你的荒唐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;你教我愛的善良&lt;br /&gt;你教我恨的野蠻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;你教我忘記該忘 傷心太傷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;那些你教我的事&lt;br /&gt;讓思念更苦更長 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;只想問 想念的&lt;br /&gt;想念的 想念的你 怎麼樣？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;愛情是信仰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;或只能是旅途風光那女孩帶我漫遊一次天堂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你教我怎麼愛上&lt;br /&gt;卻沒教怎麼遺忘讓我的陽光 &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;都變成了淚光&lt;/strong&gt;&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/1241430066106662778-1290263267175774826?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1290263267175774826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=1290263267175774826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1290263267175774826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1290263267175774826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gave-me-this-song.html' title='you gave me this song.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-5588912475815476732</id><published>2008-07-03T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:09:11.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't know there was something between you and me ...</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE INDIAN DRIVERS! :D&lt;br /&gt;we rock okay, you guys better agree with me lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i came to school.&lt;br /&gt;then, some teachers found us in class not in flagraising.&lt;br /&gt;so we got marked as late.&lt;br /&gt;next, i toured the school.&lt;br /&gt;then i played piano and drums with nicky in the lt.&lt;br /&gt;called sitong to play.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we had a 15min pro consultation.&lt;br /&gt;then i lost my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;then i found it. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;which is like the 6th time, O_o im horrible srsly!&lt;br /&gt;then played piano,&lt;br /&gt;and tried teaching woonping qingtian (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrt-ed to changi airport,&lt;br /&gt;walked around with dan, ain't wad i call a date lah o.o&lt;br /&gt;then went to sean's house.&lt;br /&gt;clarence = meh = someone's bf = my bff :D&lt;br /&gt;so many relations, hahaha, hais. =D&lt;br /&gt;clarence, dont be sad okay. :D&lt;br /&gt;nxt, mrted down to er where? well, simei pei the enya lah.&lt;br /&gt;her face make me wanna slap her, HORH! HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simei starbucks :D most best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;5years, and still alive, that spark (: amazes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 11 i think.&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-5588912475815476732?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5588912475815476732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=5588912475815476732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5588912475815476732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5588912475815476732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-know-there-was-something.html' title='i didn&apos;t know there was something between you and me ...'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-650693939960203242</id><published>2008-06-27T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:18:01.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most perfect day, minorly spoilt D:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ily and i thankyou for that lovely lovely wonderous present.&lt;br /&gt;it means alot alot alot alot alot to meeee (: YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, fyi i bought redheart&amp;amp; bunny =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; /}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idmi was okay i guess, not much of a problem discussing la, ms. eileen lim ain't bad and mean either :D so that's a plus! got my henna (: lala, its NICE gosh =D flowerrr! xls says mine nicer than hers. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched -- doing some stock taking then later cabbed to vivo with ruowei. was damn high keep searching for CERTAIN stuffffs =D waha, white rabbit on my phone, red heart on my bag, and yoshinoya in my stomach =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed bck to sch then realised i lost my new wallet. kao, branded one lehs! D: -.- okay, dont diao me, but really lah! ex okay. then stil got my posb card there, and $70 bloody bucks. dammmmit. spoilt my day rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for the syf thingy later on =D ate in kallang leisure park the subway (: nice! &amp; we saw zheng ping hui! :D goshgosh. shuaier than uncle chor meng -.- so muscular, woah! i had my subway melt, only with 1 veggie -.- TOMATO! :D dabao-d the cookie inside the indoor stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waha, the syf thingy is nice, the css shawn performed the finale. overall was awesome!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay! time for picturesss :D they tell us a thousand words :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-650693939960203242?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/650693939960203242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=650693939960203242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/650693939960203242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/650693939960203242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/most-perfect-day-minorly-spoilt-d.html' title='the most perfect day, minorly spoilt D:'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-8784755176223575147</id><published>2008-06-26T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:04:06.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you baby, smile if you love me ...</title><content type='html'>yay. i haven't blogged about LIFE in a million ages, all i have been blogging about is rawringly EMOTIONS :D emotions can be happy or sad, high or low =D although the general meaning is sad and pissed and blah lol! :) okay, so i shall er, blog about my ELECTIVES! :D i only have pictures for days 1&amp;amp;2. day 3 sucked, and there's nth to take for today! :] are we going to little india tmrw??! haha, then we can camwhore a whole hell lot again! :DDD idmi-ing with stupid sean and lovely nicky =D stupid &amp;amp; lovely, contradiction O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 1 of elective: CEPP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took the bus to some weird place in the morning, drove pass anchorvale and ikea, but ended up to be queenstown firestation o_o went to the lt and enive was forced to take the middle row! -in a bitchy tone- 'urghhhh's to meiyi :D from sarah, wahaha. okay, then sat there and rot while listening to some lecture on CPR O.o nah, not interesting. sjab de, tell me how you survive! LOL! so, i nicely kept myself awake by talking to meiyi (: lol. then i talked to vivian and so from there i know some guy called daryl who apparently knows about d &amp;amp; me :D and he's kinda nice =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had practical for the stupid cpr thingy -.- no lah, i didn't kiss a real guy, i didn't even kiss the model o_o lol, funny instructor asked as if if we "preferred to slack." and duh, of course lah, so we ended up pumping some plastic clone's chest :D the action's damn sick still. mk came and scold me and meiyi lah, say we chattering. O.o intriguing eh, enyaaa :D lols la, she also damn chio what mk o.o haha, gosh, im mean. rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then was lunch, they random gave out to enive cos we were the last class to get our food, like wth lorh and left like 4 pckts of chickenrice and the rest for some beehoon thing (: lucky me &amp;amp; sof, CR! :D haha, but beehoon looked more appealing -.- cos the chicken rice had some abnormal chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to lecture theatre and another talk, boring lahs. some crap on firesafety. LOL! okay, kinda learnt my lesson la, so i shuddup eh, but under my bag was my pink fone, so chio -.- HAHAHA, gosh, imma crazy pok. LOL! sms sms sms, and when i smsed untiil the super shuang part, they had to say we must go for some practical o.o LOL! then was like wthhh! D: somemore mk right behind us la, no chance use fone ._. alright, then we went downstairs the place with the fire engines, hahha. practical for firesafety turned out much more fun then cpr =D hahha, firefighter, livesaver, errr. okay, we got to hold the extinguisher and extinguish really big fire! :D so fun. girls only ting, reggie, sof and i tried. dammit, im a weakling. can't lift the damn extinguisher, i was like lift half way then muscle song diao Pd !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 2 of elective: SEWFUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when kimberly and i chose this we were thinking like, wl, all the good things taken liao, then this is the better elective among the rest lan ones D: turned out to be so wrong luh, sewfun is the best elective everrrrrr :D i love sewfun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded the bus which left sch for the NTU at like around 7.45 o.o damn early right. so i was feeling super ban si bu huo. in the bus, criticised some shit like hell with meiyi alrights! :D hahaha. reached the center, gave this bushuang face, until i reached the lab with computers nxt to some weird sewing machine :D and dots dots dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, round up: our task for the day was to make some file jacket (; turned out really pretty lah, i kinda love mine alot :D managed to kidnap a black file rather than a blue one :D which is goood in some sense, cos it's nicer. i don't like my picture but i like the words gosh. we can't exxactly choose the pictures, and since its pairwrk, meiyi and i worked tgt, but we got a damn sucky machines, with ugly picture. but my words are unique LOL! "sarah's song" lol. special right, nah, my surname not song. but its nicer than you just put yr name there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarence who is some good fren joker of mine -.- at first very nice, then got very mean and pissed. donno why :D YIPPPPPEEEEEEEE! file jacket completed with like erm, NO HELP FROM ZHIHAO THE ACTION! -.- like last yr wtts. HAHAH. thats wat the tits. ahhhhh, im sick. see la er blame who ah?! leeez, i dunno. what's leeeeeeez, sheeez, im dnno too -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for sucky third lang. and im so proud of myself, cos i sat nxt to ting, and NEVER FALL ASLEEEP! believe me, i ain't exaggerating when i say i slp for the last 10 lessons. literally head on table, eyes shut, dreams k. HAHHA. 4 people came for third lang, then joined by 2 more. a smaller class is better for concentrating i've realised :D went home and what did i do ahs? oh, i did some shit on msn. WAHAHA, laugh at me please. i forgot what. SHZ. hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 3 of elective: CEPP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. do not wish to elaborate. some sht happened but ended okay la, though math discussion was O_O HAHAHAHAH, srsly unproductive but slack =D went home and ap-ed about, silently, so mother thought i was damn guaiiiiiiiiii D: HAHAHA suddenly worhszx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day 4 of elective: PUBLIC SPEAKING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really fun! though i didn't like self presentation luh o.o but the game "iloveyoubaby, smileifyouloveme" was fun! when kianming say to sofina it was like lol! sofina was constipated. (: enive, we shld play that one dayyyyyyyyyyyyy! :D gosh, its fun and engaging! :D and lovely, IF its for real. lols, then had french test. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ah, heard you ran all the way up! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; french test is extremely sucky, athough i did study, i'd expect a second f9 D: aw. heng its not in my gpaaaaa :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later wnt shopping with mom and bought a BAG :D similar to the one now, but a bit bigger, and duh, NEWER! :D lols, so i'm high already now =D brown pvc bags rock! pvc pencil case rocks! leather wallet rocks! hahhaha. i'm crazy allready! next one would be a handphone&amp; wallet case with that material toooo LALALLALALLA. yes, i'm that high, dont mind me yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- that's all i have to say today, byez! :D sarah's happier by the seconds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-8784755176223575147?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8784755176223575147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=8784755176223575147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/8784755176223575147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/8784755176223575147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-you-baby-smile-if-you-love-me.html' title='i love you baby, smile if you love me ...'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-5869866581523819357</id><published>2008-06-25T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:40:39.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isit 2x2 or 3+1 ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sigh, whatever, sometimes, when you've already so much on your mind, the only thing you could do is to breakdown, and ignore the stares, be alone, and turnaway from glares. whatever it is, fine, fine, fine ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you die with me?&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i don't care, its that i have to much on my mind to care. &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like being some autistic girl =D HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-5869866581523819357?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5869866581523819357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=5869866581523819357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5869866581523819357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5869866581523819357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/isit-2x2-or-31.html' title='isit 2x2 or 3+1 ?'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-1311562283330988248</id><published>2008-06-23T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:22:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ending it all, starting again ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;somehow that title pounded my heart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;YAY DANIEL! next week ah, no, not shopping, i tutor you study :D you get 2 A1 i promise you i give you present. you told me that you feel like working hard for eoy one arh! LOLS! (: yes, you can do it! :] hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a special day! &lt;3 4+1, i hope you guys loved the surprise :) yes timothy, i'm expecting one tmrw ah. LOL! :D okay, thats all. byebyez. enivians, rock on! :D the fire extinguisher= most heavy but most fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-1311562283330988248?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1311562283330988248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=1311562283330988248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1311562283330988248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1311562283330988248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/ending-it-all-starting-again.html' title='ending it all, starting again ...'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-1214016296653092813</id><published>2008-06-22T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:56:34.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, i have to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; not every love has to have a reason behind it .. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i'm choosing to put everything aside now, and concentrate on my studies, on kscube :D and on enive (: all these great things in my life are going to fly further away after this yr ._. and perhaps, after november, i'd think about love and all :] but for now, i think i'm dedicating alll my love to enive XD tomorrow's going to be the great start for a fabulous semester ahead people ((((: and to kscube: tomorrow is going to be a great start for a better, strong friendshipp :]] yup, we'd have the sss that were gone so long ago, and yay, elective wk means going home tgt with the exception of 3rdlang right ..? :D seeeeeeya people :D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-1214016296653092813?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1214016296653092813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=1214016296653092813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1214016296653092813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1214016296653092813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-i-have-to-let-go.html' title='sometimes, i have to let go.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-4343145492309412946</id><published>2008-06-20T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:55:48.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i listened to mp3 around that time too! :Dily! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but g... t...! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;safe journey home, yo! i can't wait to see you la mr. botak :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes time passes just like that. it's a month since you people came into my life. well, you people are weichia, timothy, iris, lingling, jaslyn, sitong, RUOWEI!:D haha, as in at night la, if not iris came into my life like how many years ago. hahah, but each and every one of you made my month more interesting, maybe more emo? and well, more unforgettable! :D i love everysingle one of you :D esp number1, number2 and number7! :D hahaha! ((: i doubt we'd have the time to group chat every single night like what we do now, when the term starts, but you'd ALWAYS be in my heart (: ily esp you, you &amp;amp; you! :]] maybe some special piano times in sch? with number6! :D lols! i don't know why but the thought of you 7 people, who just popped into my life, reminds me of the song qingtian. i guess it's because of THAT song, that everything rounded up to what it is now, and it's sweeet ain't it?! :D hahah, gemma, enive, lectra. GO! :D lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, speaking of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, gosh, i MISS enive loads. i MISS ALOT of STUFFFFFFFFFS! :D i miss all the fun time we had together argueing, quarrelling, mocking, then laughing! :D lols. i miss bullying the teachers and i miss the siao-ness! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss amanda cheah and the times spent with her on the mrt! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss amanda cheng and the tallk about christ, poems, emo quotes, thanks for the 1term! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss weili and her out of a sudden NICENESS! they brightened up my day loads! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss clarissa and her yeeeeeehaws and her funny funny reactions! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss enya for Emo! and all the lovely times in term 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss casandraaaaaa! for everything she is cos she's one of the bestest people i've ever met!:D&lt;br /&gt;i miss melissa for her "erghhhh" lols. and her well, erm, guainesss! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss vanessa and her ultra cuteness and the times on mrt tooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss jen, omgomgomg! and her super unique laughter! makes me laugh too girl! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss xintian and her kindnessssssssss! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss KIMBERLY for the so many months together and her calmnesz! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss simlin and her super pro command of language! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss sweeyee for her patience and the love spreaded around her! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss gladys for all the niceness within! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss shuqi and her positive attitude! jiayou for sem2 gpa tooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss nicolettengkaiyun for her love since we were 9! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss clara for her funny comments! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss reneeeeeeeee and her remarks, ehhem lorh u! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss reggieeeee! for her i dunno what also, but i miss yoou okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss samantha and her NEVER DIE spirit! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss SIMMEIYI! zomg, my lovely yellow ant, ily the MOSTEST! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss SOFINA NG! and the way she keeps me in self control, LOLLL! ily! :D&lt;br /&gt;i miss tingsterrrrrrrrrrrr for all the times we had together, gosh, you're the BABE:D&lt;br /&gt;i miss feliciaaaaaaaaaa and her exotic sounds she could do, ventriloquist!:D&lt;br /&gt;i miss hongkui and the apology u still owe me! lmao! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss huangtao cos you rock kay!! yes, you rockkkkk! woooah! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss kenny for the way you hate me but i still miss you la (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss zhihao, eh, if read dont suan. lol! hahah, yes, your er, jezz, and sheez, and jesus! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss siangler, for yr uber cutenes! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss nicholas for your cute but gentle ways!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss rason, for your 'balls' and yr sicknesssss dude. influence me more and DIE! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss roy for being my 'husband' lol! srsly, that's a jokeeeeeeee! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss mr. sean -.- lol, for what ah? that secret ah?! lols la, you joker -.- idmi i MUST c rio! (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss yuchen for sitting behind me for the whole semester! lols!(:&lt;br /&gt;i miss clarence for alot of stuffs -.- like msn, being one of my closest frens in class, and the joker!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, i love everything now except myself. LOLS! :D dont love, like, be frens with me, cos i suck :D n i'd get u into deep shit. LOLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-4343145492309412946?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4343145492309412946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=4343145492309412946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4343145492309412946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4343145492309412946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss.html' title='I MISS ...'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-9012748534211489700</id><published>2008-06-19T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:24:27.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem.</title><content type='html'>Wanting to Die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.&lt;br /&gt;I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.&lt;br /&gt;Then the almost unnameable lust returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then I have nothing against life. &lt;br /&gt;I know well the grass blades you mention,&lt;br /&gt;the furniture you have placed under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suicides have a special language.&lt;br /&gt;Like carpenters they want to know which tools.&lt;br /&gt;They never ask why build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice I have so simply declared myself,&lt;br /&gt;have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;have taken on his craft, his magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this way, heavy and thoughtful,&lt;br /&gt;warmer than oil or water,&lt;br /&gt;I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not think of my body at needle point.&lt;br /&gt;Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone.&lt;br /&gt;Suicides have already betrayed the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still-born, they don't always die,&lt;br /&gt;but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet&lt;br /&gt;that even children would look on and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thrust all that life under your tongue!--&lt;br /&gt;that, all by itself, becomes a passion.&lt;br /&gt;Death's a sad Bone; bruised, you'd say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet she waits for me, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;to so delicately undo an old wound,&lt;br /&gt;to empty my breath from its bad prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet,&lt;br /&gt;raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon,&lt;br /&gt;leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving the page of the book carelessly open,&lt;br /&gt;something unsaid, the phone off the hook&lt;br /&gt;and the love, whatever it was, an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Sexton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-9012748534211489700?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9012748534211489700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=9012748534211489700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/9012748534211489700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/9012748534211489700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/poem.html' title='A poem.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-3746934643020737650</id><published>2008-06-19T15:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:34:12.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence kills the silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is going to be HECTIC for me O_o GOSH! D: i'm going to bring my brother for his piano lessons at what, 4-5. then i'd have piano myself from 5-6, then 6-7 would be theory class with clare :D hahaha! clare is a PON-ER! HAHAHA! :D people had like 3 twin lessons alr, and we're kinda stuck with not yet 1 -.- gotta catchup! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Now that you know,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you'd feel.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt i'd change so soon,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be there when you need me too :D&lt;br /&gt;LALALA, "mrt people staring damn embarassing"&lt;br /&gt;LOL. that was random. byez*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i haven't done quizzes for such a long time already! i shall do a quiz now! kuppped from none other than http://&lt;b&gt;enya&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;s&gt;blah&lt;/s&gt;.blogspot.com! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you like your present school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure! :D met loads of new nice people :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What do you want the most now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, to have a strong heart, morally and physically (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Who is the closest person to you in school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, kscube? yanruoting? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duhhhh! if not call friends meh, sunshine&amp;amp;rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Are you afraid of death?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess so. but sometimes i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is your goal this year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sort out my life! :D .. rrr, balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not reallly. doesn't apply to me, i prefer to understand the person first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yesyes! yes, I DO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Do you think boyfriends are a neccesity?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope, actually, i dont plan to get married [: i think -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What do you enjoy the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah enya! MUSICCCC! :D msn! piano! talking to YOUYOUYOUYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Have you done anything for your admirer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's my admirer? LOL! got la ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Do you like your CCA?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! CHOIR♥ALTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Do you cherish every friendship of yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh, of course! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Who would you probably spend the rest of your life with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my future husband?! haha, or maybe i'd spend it myself ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, relationships! whether friends or lovedone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sure ._. live then die, whatshthepointlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What do you live for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live for myself, my family, my friends, god, YOU&amp;amp;YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Who do you like most in your family?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousins!!!!! :D baobeijiejie(yanli), candyjiejie(yanluan), min(jiamin), hui(jiahui), godkorkor(jialun), wen(jiawen), kang(jiakang), and MOSTBEST GODMOTHERRRRRRRRR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Who is the last person/people you talked to on msn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, clarence o_o show u smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥SARAH /} i doubt it'd change for me, i'm here too!! &lt;3&gt; can de! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are/ says: hahahah dun think so :x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥SARAH /} i doubt it'd change for me, i'm here too!! &lt;3&gt; .. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;♥SARAH /} i doubt it'd change for me, i'm here too!! &lt;3&gt; think so hopeless of yourself -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are/ says: lols fine lah SURE CAN DO FINISH DE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If home is where the heart is, then my home is where you are/ says: LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What material thing do you want most now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! IPHONE- until october daddy say -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 pple to suffer..&lt;br /&gt;well, anyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1241430066106662778-3746934643020737650?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3746934643020737650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=3746934643020737650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/3746934643020737650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/3746934643020737650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/coincidence-kills-silence.html' title='Coincidence kills the silence'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-4110383054266841044</id><published>2008-06-18T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:56:51.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sue disney for letting all girls think that there's prince charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lol, from ruo!:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;sometimes when we talk, it really gets out of topic :D&lt;br /&gt;haha, and its just um, hahaha, lalala or sian (:&lt;br /&gt;but i want you to know that i enjoy every bit of the time,&lt;br /&gt;i spent talking to you all the same :]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou for doing all these, i'm like so dammit touched (:&lt;br /&gt;but no, u dont get hurt alongway okay ...?&lt;br /&gt;"if i could, i'd give half my life to you" o_O&lt;br /&gt;i still remember, but don't. :O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, today was a lame day, lame shit, lame everythingggg! is typing in paragraphs better or typing in sentences O_O hahaha. rawr, i'm like addicted to the song, "hui hu xi de tong" by liang jin ru, and "ta bu ai wo" by errrrs, karen mok! listen to it 20 times then felt very shuang :D HAHAHA, thats retarded but thats what i do. i catch the meaning little bit by little bit ba, cos i doing homework :] lollolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rarrrrrr. so much homework STILL left, and i have shit piano &amp;amp; theory tomorrow. to seriously tell u, i'm NOT that looking forward to idmi la, although my grp members are not bad, kinda rock actually, yup, yuchen u do too okay?! every enivian kickass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and visit er, http://schooltime-raindrops.blogspot.com. lame lah. lols. if u got time that is (: and tag horh enivians -.- chinese de lehz. LA. if u got time, ask me! wwjjbbjjcdjj LOLLL!-.- hahaha. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr, tomorrows a whole new day. i wonder if this yr's youth day is going to be as enjoyable as the last one, with ting n ruo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;{ &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ily i think, you just don't know zz, but i hope you'd never know .. pls g ..... t.... D:&lt;/span&gt; /}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-4110383054266841044?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4110383054266841044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=4110383054266841044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4110383054266841044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4110383054266841044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/sue-disney-for-letting-all-girls-think.html' title='sue disney for letting all girls think that there&apos;s prince charming'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-7833026841177450848</id><published>2008-06-18T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T15:56:12.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my retell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a true retell written by me, of my recent incident. dated 4thjanuary08'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look into your eyes, what are you telling me?&lt;br /&gt;i smiled and you said, 'come and sit with me.'&lt;br /&gt;i walked to the back of the bus, n sat diagonal to you.&lt;br /&gt;you threw me your fone, and i gave you my number, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me that smile, dazzled me, whole.&lt;br /&gt;i nodded my head in approval, stood up and was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;i got off the bus, and you're circling my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;i tried dreaming of what would happpen, pondering whether you had some plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home, and happily, you were off my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i known you for 6 yrs already, nothing wld happen, i'm not that blind.&lt;br /&gt;surprise took me by an angle as i received your text,&lt;br /&gt;my heart skipped a beat, but i told myself to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months and months, ever since oh-eight in jan,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could do your notoriosity and gangs away with some plans.&lt;br /&gt;i toyed my luck, and prayed every night,&lt;br /&gt;that one day you would become someone new, and forget about your 'human rights'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you loved me, and that could i be yours?&lt;br /&gt;i said i hadn't loved someone that way, and that i'm at a loss.&lt;br /&gt;you told me to take you by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;you promised me "if you agree, i wouldn't appear at your school gate, understand?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i sighed, had no choice, and said,&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me out, 'hey, let's go for shopping, a movie and drink the night away.'&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked because i don't engage in drinking and said, 'i'm busy today.'&lt;br /&gt;you said alright, then went off with some other friends,&lt;br /&gt;sad i was when you told me you drank then fought, oh, your bad ways are still unmend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a deep breath, and told myself, he's a good guy, he treats you so well.&lt;br /&gt;give him a chance, he'd prove to you that he'd escape from hell.&lt;br /&gt;but then i heard you smoke, then i heard you enjoyed the vices of life,&lt;br /&gt;you were punished then suspended, n i asked myself, would you resort to use a knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you said i was on your heart,&lt;br /&gt;just like that nazi &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt; you just printed on yr left ankle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time, i fell in love, with someone else who was so near perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but the moment i realised i was in love, i sensed danger and threat.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to let go of the new guy, ignore him, and forget&lt;br /&gt;but i realised i couldn't, to fall OUT of love, it wasn't something i couldn't let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried ignoring you, but the OKAY i gave you pained my heart so.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like you, i treated the OKAY as a chance to change you, but i can't, i know.&lt;br /&gt;i told you over the phone, how we weren't meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;you said i better not forget the promise, and that you've heard of another somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart was gripped, and i was struck by fear,&lt;br /&gt;i asked you who was it and you questioned me like to you, i was no more dear.&lt;br /&gt;you said you knew the new guy was from my school,&lt;br /&gt;and how was he, inferior to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from then on i lived, with a heart trapped inside a fridge,&lt;br /&gt;cold and painful, hurting while alive, i said i remember the OKAY, and i won't ditch.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to build a barricade between me and my loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want them hurt, if hurt was in context, hurt me, i was the OKAY one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of it all for long, my story i had weaved,&lt;br /&gt;the climax i had hit, and no story without a conclusion can be relieved.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm building up morale, for the day i'm going to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;i'd thrash things out, but you may cause me moral or physical pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however it is okay, i've thought it through,&lt;br /&gt;if you want to do that, no one can stop you,&lt;br /&gt;my job is to clear the mess i'd created, so i can step free,&lt;br /&gt;live a new day, with new hopes, new dreams, without misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring along your gang of thirty, bring along thoughts which are dirty,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to scared, it's going to be ugly,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm never going to step back, and give in,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of threat, sick of you, unless, you are ready to change within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is going to go with me, to settle the score,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going alone, no one is going to get hurt, i'm the one who made that flaw.&lt;br /&gt;no one i love will be in danger with me, just wish me luck, wish me ..&lt;br /&gt;hope that i'd be okay, yes, that'd do, help me spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;imstartingtobelievewitheveryfibreofmybeingthatiloveyoutoo, dontmakemedisbelieveokay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;/}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-7833026841177450848?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7833026841177450848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=7833026841177450848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7833026841177450848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7833026841177450848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-retell.html' title='my retell.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-6901864174444677892</id><published>2008-06-17T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:13:39.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;in dreams you will lose your heartache, whatever you wish for, you keeep!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for choir this morning! first, i met ruo at 9, then we toured tm and centurysquare with no shops open, coool. the 'hi!' -.- and the er, 'wow, i have my own mall" in american accent! HAHAHAS. :D yups, i'd be posting that picture up here soon :D check back some day (: haha, sectionals to be exact, was pretty fine la (: lunch was bestest. i spilt my 'stories' to jane. they're real la, but unbelievably confusing, ah, whatevs :\ ate yoshi n went to white sands to find my mom and bro eating lerkthai -.- UNFAIR LA D: wahableahsz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushes, kiss the car boot and die :/ vulnerable weakling. rarr. its okay, er wells, i have so much homework undone D: finally completed the stupid blog last night :/ HAIS, okay kim, sofi and zh, jiayou alrighttts?! gosh, my history prj hasn't even started offfff, and my geog left last part. my fps is like ooo poop. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now let me emo my way okay :D just abit will do, hopefully the person understands la. hahaha, no, that person ain't blueheart, ain't tigger ... :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to believe that i couldn't see, you were always there bside me?&lt;br /&gt;when i was alone with no one to hold, you were always there beside me ..&lt;br /&gt;this feeling like no other, i want you to know ..&lt;br /&gt;i've never had someone ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;who treated me as nicely as you have (: and that i don't know what to say, just thanks for everything. maybe someday .. ? when i've sorted everything out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt; /} the red heart, may be for you .. i don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-6901864174444677892?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6901864174444677892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=6901864174444677892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6901864174444677892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6901864174444677892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes-when.html' title='a dream is a wish your heart makes when you&apos;re fast asleep'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-4343526224328861706</id><published>2008-06-17T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:30:23.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of a lovely 21 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PICX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFaza6dOUrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RAv7W99hN24/s1600-h/baobei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550893677728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFaza6dOUrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RAv7W99hN24/s400/baobei1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazbpm8v9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Wbotbo7d9YQ/s1600-h/baobei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550906334986194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazbpm8v9I/AAAAAAAAAa4/Wbotbo7d9YQ/s400/baobei2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazb9WxnrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7bdkQ6fwvgg/s1600-h/baobei3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550911635857074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazb9WxnrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7bdkQ6fwvgg/s400/baobei3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazcBHV52I/AAAAAAAAAbI/qw-69dDNqGY/s1600-h/baobei4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212550912644867938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFazcBHV52I/AAAAAAAAAbI/qw-69dDNqGY/s400/baobei4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-4343526224328861706?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4343526224328861706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=4343526224328861706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4343526224328861706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4343526224328861706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-of-lovely-21-d.html' title='pictures of a lovely 21 :D'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SFaza6dOUrI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RAv7W99hN24/s72-c/baobei1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-5877714732171885107</id><published>2008-06-15T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:26:37.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to be, twenty-one.</title><content type='html'>*pictures in the next post:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baobeijiejie's 21st was a blast. her friends stayed till like er, 2am in the morning:D ate cup nooodles with candy and passed the night! omg, i got a stalker -.- no im jk. its WANWEN JIEJIE:D waha, she reads my blog, how nice :] "er, you sarah right?!" wahah, and i was damn shocked, like, "how you knw?!" HAHA, what a great 21st lah! :D let me use pictures to describe everything to youu!!!! :D too bad no one went swimming and i almost wanted to push bbjj into the pool, but the idea of revenge freaks me out O_o wait, dont xiao kan wo, i'm like a GOLD okay!!!! :D haha, though amanda and meiyi are pro-er swimmers :] i havent swam in like ages alr, last time i swam was ytd, but it was in the bathtub O_O HAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-5877714732171885107?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5877714732171885107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=5877714732171885107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5877714732171885107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5877714732171885107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-be-twenty-one.html' title='to be, twenty-one.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-6162364348399804331</id><published>2008-06-13T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:57:46.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high and that's life!</title><content type='html'>Hello, omgomgomgomg, i'm so high! i actually finished my math prj! okay, my part la. =D RESEARCHERRRRR, sucks. but its completed anyway! and now there's something else off my list! YIPPPEEEE! hahas, simultaneous equations, diedie. it's so difficult, i hope mr. lim has a good time teaching it ;) now i'm what you call high and alive, srsly, WOW!!! and i left less than 15pages to the end of my chinese storybook!! which means, i can finish my blog soooon xD YIPPPEEE! haha, i'm left with the worst of the worst, the one i keep dragging, *procrastinates*, math elearning and w/s D: grrrrr. amanda, gr with me lehs! :D hahaha, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! a few more hours to baobei jiejie's 21st! CANDY JIEJIE, MIN, HUI &amp; I are going to camwhore like hell. wahah, thanks to my job of compiling a video for baobei jiejie instantaneously, i'm going to put alot of zilians inside :DDDD hey, don't be upset that YOUR ghim thia can't make it okayyy! :D you still have ME, though i'm not les enough to kiss you o_o hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i shall hurry attach the email! THEN I'M LIKE DONE!!!!!!! but not for the night, aw. i'm going to rush out the minorities of the video first! :DDDD baobei, i got candy to send me your fotos in belly dance costume! :D WAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, miss me yeahs, bye. how lame can i get la sometimes .. (: &amp;, HISTORY PROJECT IS SUPER SCREWED! lolloll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-6162364348399804331?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6162364348399804331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=6162364348399804331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6162364348399804331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6162364348399804331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/high-and-thats-life.html' title='high and that&apos;s life!'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-5656982548830985676</id><published>2008-06-12T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:16:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It started off as a feeling .. which then grew into hope</title><content type='html'>every night, just go by, every morning, just come by. well, at least it's better than having no tomorrow. if my tomorrow stays but you disappear, what'd happen? hahhaa, gosh, i can't help thinking stupid stuffs like that, what a waste of time sarah. you've left him, long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CALL - regina spektor&lt;br /&gt;(the words are damn meaningful, it binds so near to my heart.)&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;Til it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never&lt;br /&gt;Been this way before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know&lt;br /&gt;Who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say good bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;Til they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say good bye..&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dedicate this to you, with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-5656982548830985676?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5656982548830985676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=5656982548830985676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5656982548830985676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5656982548830985676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-started-off-as-feeling-which-then.html' title='It started off as a feeling .. which then grew into hope'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-3659171925632187630</id><published>2008-06-12T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:39:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaobei -.- the hokkien.</title><content type='html'>rawr, sam's killing me now ._. cos i mistaken the date of his birthday party. and there are only 2 girls. me and huixuan, and two guys D: OH MAN ._. if i don't go, hx will be the only girllllll .. rawr, DIE O_o so now as being scolded, i'm suppose to go and find another girl in 6ten to go to his birthday ._. if not there'd only be 2 guys, and thats pathetic o.o iceskating lehs D: i wanna cry already i can't go. baobeijiejie's 21st baobeijiejie's 21st. &lt;strong&gt;DIEDIEDIEDIEDIE&lt;/strong&gt;, sarah won't you die?! ._. gosh, i thought sam's party was the 20something. rarrr! sarah shall keep herself online tonight lerhs, check for 6tenners girls or yingliangggggggg, go be a girl! :D put on a wig, haha, tio niao. i'm sorry. okay, i'm still not forgiven according to him, must find someone else, not i kerg, and die. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-3659171925632187630?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3659171925632187630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=3659171925632187630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/3659171925632187630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/3659171925632187630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/kaobei-hokkien.html' title='kaobei -.- the hokkien.'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-2343345157020502407</id><published>2008-06-12T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:07:10.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if i get to choose my age, &lt;br /&gt;i'd be a baby every year, &lt;br /&gt;as innocent as new life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night's party was really eventful, now i've like around 23 +1 COUSINS! 10++ families there in total, not counting the maids. aunty jessica and uncle frankie's new born is really cute, so chubbby. his name is YOEE! unique no? hahaha. my brother loves babies more than me, but i still find them cute! :D he played with 1 baby till like 10 -.- ONE SAME BABY, okay, i sound inhumane but how can you play with a baby who can't speak and interact for like 3hours straight! :/ hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was forced to drink wine, if not i'd be mocked -.- since everyone else around my age there drinks, even SOMEONE younger than me, who just broke his voice, huh sean! so AP already la, that is what happens to guys who become,  ahem, MATURE, aw. k, so drank wine and wanted to SPIT it out, cos it wasn't choya nor was it white wine :/ the adults seemed to have fun drinking champagne and talking about, well, their kids, US :D haha, and i seem to be one of the smartest, there's like 3 more kias smarter than me, adding the gifted one, but they're all 20something now. HAH! k, srsly, xiangwei didn't come lorh ._. if not i'd laugh at his er, paikia outfit again :D HAHA. he has what you call fate with kimberly la :D LOL! horh? hahaha. and then we cut the cake for granddad. 75th birthday, that's really old. i think i survive till 60 i'd be happy alr :D hahah. erm, aroudn 46 more treasured years :| so we ate my granddad's cake there and brough YOEE's cake home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granddad's cake itself was damn big la. like around 75cm by 50cm, and its chocolate tiramisu, with strawberrrries! my fav, clarence, you owe me like 5 more tiramisus -.- LOLOLOL! and it costs near to 200bucks O_O the buffet made me so full and i'm stil forced to eat cake, k, actually not forced, but tempted :D LOLLL! tiramisuuuuuuuu! haha. i'm gaining like pounds alr. then aunty winnie was so nice to give me her strawberrrry! :D i didn't even ask her to give me okay, she just walked over and say "specially for you!" haha, xiangwei, your mother so nice you so ____ ah -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, damn funny the way i keeep CHUI-ing my dad to go home, cos of the laptop mah. right jas, timo and wc?! LOL! i must get home to use msn, if not i'd not feel well -.- maybe nxt day i'd have fever if the laptop's keyboard isn't the last 10 things i touch, excluding my toothbrush! :D hahaha! lol, my bye the nicest one kkks! :D TEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tidied my rooom la! toook like 1hour30min. cos all my files are lying everywhere and my drawer is chunked with er, gizmos O.o countdown: like 1 day plus to bbjj's 21st party :D another partttttttttty! HAHAHA. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suddenly, your presence seems the same as ever, i don't want the holiday to end anymore, i seem to be enjoy every second spent, with youuu ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-2343345157020502407?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2343345157020502407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=2343345157020502407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/2343345157020502407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/2343345157020502407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-baby.html' title='oh, BABY!'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-5430421163064414290</id><published>2008-06-11T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:28:17.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, LOVERRRR!</title><content type='html'>hahah, &lt;strong&gt;sex and the city&lt;/strong&gt;!!! rrr, sad i'm not 18 yet and the show's like m18 D: candyjiejie can't watch tooo =x can't singapore government make it pg13. its like, sex and that's what we learn in science already, we're MATURE enough! hahaha. don't worry, im not being horny, i just think that the show is FUN, but a little naughtier than mean girls o_o  i'm like searching for the movie download on the net!! D: if i don't find it, i'd wait 1 more month and rent it, meiyi, care to join me?? hahaha, we're scandalous hunks! 0.0 HAHAHA! scandalllll, right xingganlicious?! ain't that like yr favourite word. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the phrase, &lt;strong&gt;"hello, loverrrrr!" &lt;/strong&gt;from Sarah Jessica Parker :D haha, she's so good on screeeen okaaay! :D sadly, im not her, hah! okay .. so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, lover!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you that i'm really sorry for not being able to go out with you so many times =x i've counted, it's SIX! are you pissssed? o.o actually i've got something really really bad to tell you, and i know you'd be really angry after hearing it, but i stilll have to say it. that is,  i've fallen for someone else, okay, at least i think i have ... O_O so in case you come across this, abide the occasional visits you make to my online territory, dont be mad at me, call me and i'd explain everythinggggg! i bet you've heard abit about the new person already, and yup, you kinda hinted to me you know what i was on about, but, im sorry ... this youth day, i hope we could settle our scores on the uh, hockey/ baseball/ running competition! -.- but really, i didn't mean to like blueheart, i thought tigger would always be in my heart. gosh, i sound crazy, bye ._. and no matter whatever, you can do anything you like to me, but not to blueheart, ever. because if i find out, we'd skip the acknowledgements (:&lt;br /&gt;love;&lt;br /&gt;saraahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/ i wanted a new beginning ytd,&lt;br /&gt;so i'd clear off the mess i started with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-5430421163064414290?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5430421163064414290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=5430421163064414290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5430421163064414290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/5430421163064414290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-loverrrr.html' title='Hello, LOVERRRR!'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-1073066933038537865</id><published>2008-06-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:30:23.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They all retell a tale not long ago ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SE9neXoAB5I/AAAAAAAAAag/fRvJn2epokU/s1600-h/summer+scent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SE9neXoAB5I/AAAAAAAAAag/fRvJn2epokU/s200/summer+scent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210497065326479250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, this show brought back alot of things that happened not too long ago i guess, i watched it when i was primary 3/4 .. firt idol drama i fell in love with, i still love it now. you guys should watch it, the guy's really handsome and the girl is extremely pretty!  (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-1073066933038537865?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1073066933038537865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=1073066933038537865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1073066933038537865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/1073066933038537865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-all-retell-tale-not-long-ago.html' title='They all retell a tale not long ago ..'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wPhOKbNvRFs/SE9neXoAB5I/AAAAAAAAAag/fRvJn2epokU/s72-c/summer+scent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-4635800481150179559</id><published>2008-06-11T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:53:47.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't miss him, I miss who I thought he was!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The greatest thing you’ll ever learn, is to love and be loved in return.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Natalie Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother cooked lunch, (fried rice/ the usual) and brought my brother to my school, leaving me home alone :D actually, being home alone is COOL okay, cos there's like no restrictions. I can talk on the phone like a 4 way conversation and no one gives a heck :DDDD but still, it's a bit more boring, look at how mundane my life already is la O_o my brother needs to sit for the dsaaa test, which is GAT. last time i took mine was the same day as the cca trials, july i think :D and there were like SO MANY sixtenners thereee :] yupp, and the test was more like common sense, like you know it, you can answer it, but if you don't no matter how much you try you can't -.- then i met audrey after the gat test, didn't' know who she was okay, but she asked me where was the music trials, and i didn't know =x so we walked and talked, then she asked me what trial i was going for, i said CHOIR, and she said she was going for CHOIR tooo, lovely no? haha, audrey and i have this thing called yuan2 fen4. that's how we ended up in the same lvl camp mirror group :] and many many more stuffs la :D LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my zuowen is going to be finished TODAY! yes, i mean it!! sarah, you can de! o_o yes, and I BETTER complete it by today, if not my father'd think i'm writing a novel la, cos i've been working on it for 2-3 nights and days already ._. i keeep getting distracted, amazingly by other homework which appeals more to me than that. i'm like writing an ANGMOH MASTERPIECE ._. srsly, i bet most of them who learn chinese, can do much better than me. my compo is 1000words PLUS, and the minimum is just 500! :D hooray. NONONO! i'm just writing the body of the compo ._. later i must exercise CUTTING DOWN ON FATS for my zuowen D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight would be super fun i think, though i cannot go online! hahaha :D aunty jessica and uncle frankie's new born, i forgot what's the name -.-, would be attending my grandfather's birthday party! :D at yishun with all my other relatives, i dont care, i must take picture with him laaaa ((: okay, i sorta wanted a girl, because my paternal side lacks girls, like there are thrice as many guys as girls O_O pathetically, its around the opposite for my mom's side. unbalanced right! &gt;&lt; LOLLOLL! and parents usually want guys for the first born anyway ... u know, like chinese tradition, guys take the SURNAME of the family maaa -.- but girls nowadays lead a better life. pregnancy is like optional, yet army is compulsory :DDDD HAHAHAH! in singapore luh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sians, i have all my projects UNDONE. yes, projects =X srsly, we're dammit bz liao still throw group work at our face! personal time also not enough to complete personal workload, and now we must find meetup sessions, discussions on msn, calls and .. so much more. damn, I WANT A HARDCORE IN ALL MY GROUPS. teehee, so i can slack. k, sry but who doesn't want?! even candy jiejie's group in poly has a hardcore, end of the damn project day, someone just shows a proposal and hands it in, the rest dont even nida give a shit o_O LOL! but its unfair laaaa.  k, look at my big projects that are undone! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bloggggg! (blog skins+ 3 more entries+ comments! gr.)&lt;br /&gt;2. oratorical report on the magazine article (chinese like wth.)&lt;br /&gt;3. math tutorial package (ppt not even half done, im sorry van.)&lt;br /&gt;4. geog performance task, city planning (incomplete D: but cas, we still rock!)&lt;br /&gt;5. history prjct on immigration factors (untouched, horrible.)&lt;br /&gt;6. history eforum 1 post 2 comments (the sht in moodle can't access not my fault[:)&lt;br /&gt;7. FPS neurotech presentation (less than a quarter done! D: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, and my personal work also not done okaaaay! D: anyone wants to die with me is welcomed!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blog entry (book review)&lt;br /&gt;2. blog entry (different parts of school)&lt;br /&gt;3. blog entry (free opt: i'm planning bbjj's 21st!)&lt;br /&gt;4. 2007 paper composition!!! -.- (working on it.)&lt;br /&gt;5. story book review (halfway through reading: it's a love story!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;6. Math wksheets (all done except: indices/ pythagoras theorem &amp; simplifying fractions)&lt;br /&gt;7. Math E-quizzes + Challenge (ew, got time limit sia.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- sheeez, by looking at it,  you know how fast i'm rotting at home right?! unproductive mundane lifestyle! DD: cry babes and hunks, cry for ME! -.- lol, nonsense again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o im deciding something, after my grade 8 for piano, should i follow sharmaine and take pop pianooo?! sounds cool right, damn she gets to perform damn nice pieces or jazzes during pop piano concerts la. or should i stop for the time being and be muggers for acad, or .. just do diploma?! O_O lol. i think pop ba, but that one i must find my own source of money, cos apparently, my parents both think pop is useless &gt;&lt; sianatory D: &lt;-- not a word in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupppps. i shall carry on homeworking now O_O sarah, must jiayou for sem2 already la, sem1 slack like some sock already -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-4635800481150179559?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4635800481150179559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=4635800481150179559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4635800481150179559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/4635800481150179559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-miss-him-i-miss-who-i-thought-he.html' title='I don&apos;t miss him, I miss who I thought he was!'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-7156717469021539776</id><published>2008-06-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:48:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightingale; THUNDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when i was so low, you brought me higher,&lt;br /&gt;and when i was higher, you made brought me to the skies.&lt;br /&gt;i think i love you, yes, yes i do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain was so super heavy just now, and the wind was rambling on my window, i was damn scared okay! yes wc, probably, you' be laughing now! dont -.- cos i know you're scared of THINGS too :D i could still remember last yr during french, halfway during class, the thunder rumbled so loudly i screamed. then comes a deadly silence and i was the STAR of the day -.- lame, yeah, center of attraction O_O but it wasn't on purpose okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like 1134 now D: and i realise that i'm super unproductive. everyday, i'm looking forward to at NIGHT! where all my boredom can be killed! and everyday i'm waiting for NIGHT, yet every NIGHT passes just like that. dumb ain't i? like okay, you imagine, everyday you just wait for night to come, so you could er, look at that nightingale, yup, just LOOK okay, and the day's gone. you wake up for that, and you slp with that in mind -.- HOW INTERESTING. and at the very thought of the nightingale, maybe you think of the sparrow, and well, the mynah and the crane. D: then u feel crept up and guilty. Like you really do owe alot of people a living, but then u tell yourself again, it ain't your fault, you didn't call for it did you? but it just came what, and how could you, how could you just break its heart. damn, you're such a horrible person. the you is me i guess, im such a thunderously horrible person. even the thunder rumbles cos of my very presence. woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a fool. ew, im beginning to indulge in self misery again. sarah, stop it. yes, remember, you were made to SMILE and to SPREAD THE WORD OF GOD! :D like every single one of here now! (: emoing isn't a word people, the word to describe it is a feeling of emptiness, frustration, meaning lost, invoking sadness that cannot be expressed through words. yups, that's EMO, well, at least to me D: feeling like no one cares, and that you're all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard a song, by avril, thought it was kinda meaningful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M WITH YOU-     letgo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I thought that you'd be here by now&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing but the rain&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening but there's no sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin’ to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It's a DAMP cold night!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I... I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mmm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a place&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a face&lt;br /&gt;Is anybody here I know?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing's going right&lt;br /&gt;And everything’s a mess&lt;br /&gt;And no one likes to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't anyone tryin’ to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. yeah.. yeah!..yeah.. yeah, &lt;br /&gt;yeah.. yeah, yeah yeah,YEAH...&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;br /&gt;Won't you take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I....! &lt;br /&gt;I'm with YOU...&lt;br /&gt;I'm with YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are&lt;br /&gt;But I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;there's the chinese song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;柠檬草的味道(the smell of lemon grass) JOLIN! :D&lt;/strong&gt;他们猜我们后来有没有再见&lt;br /&gt;离席了才会晓得怀念&lt;br /&gt;突然我记起你的脸那触动依然像昨天&lt;br /&gt;对自己我终于也诚实了一点是不是回忆就是淡淡柠檬草&lt;br /&gt;心酸里又有芳香的味道&lt;br /&gt;曾以为你是全世界但那天已经好遥远&lt;br /&gt;绕一圈我才发现我有更远地平线我们都没错只是不适合&lt;br /&gt;我要的我现在才懂得&lt;br /&gt;快乐是我的不是你给的&lt;br /&gt;寂寞要自己负责毕竟用尽了力气也未必如愿&lt;br /&gt;总是要过去以后才了解&lt;br /&gt;突然我记起你的脸爱不爱不过一念之间&lt;br /&gt;绕一圈今天的我能和昨天面对面我们都没错只是不适合&lt;br /&gt;亲爱的我当时不懂得&lt;br /&gt;选择是我的不是你给的&lt;br /&gt;明天自己负责给昨天的我一个拥抱&lt;br /&gt;曾经她不知如何是好&lt;br /&gt;若我们再见我会微笑&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你谢谢你&lt;br /&gt;我尝过爱的好我们都没错只是不适合&lt;br /&gt;我要的我现在才懂得&lt;br /&gt;快乐是我的不是你给的&lt;br /&gt;寂寞要自己负责我要的我现在才懂得&lt;br /&gt;选择是我的不是你给的&lt;br /&gt;幸福要自己负责&lt;br /&gt;错过的请你把握&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD byebyes (: i'm off to sleeeeeep. night tigger! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-7156717469021539776?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7156717469021539776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=7156717469021539776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7156717469021539776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/7156717469021539776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/nightingale-thunder.html' title='Nightingale; THUNDER'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-6316060102677253259</id><published>2008-06-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:44:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Premonition</title><content type='html'>I've still got piles of  homework left undone D: okay, they're more like projects and personal incomplete work. i'm staring at my zuowen and it's staring back at me. my chinese command is the worst already. this time,  we're not given some flowery feeling composition to elaborate on, and 'put in those song lyrics'. now, we're given a scenario that is more or less relevant to the principal and SCHOOL :/ can tell how disgusting already???! and mr. yellow peach, see la, who ask you go and ask xls to let us do, hm??! hahaha, lax, i'm just joking! sarah, you must jian chi okay? then you'd be bettterrrr! but sadly, sarah ain't a genius, aww o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawrs, my classical pieces are the death of me, throw me  baroque or contemporary, better still, 20th century or renaissance but NOT CLASSICAL! at least baroque does not have dynamic markings! i can't play P, i  can't play soft, yes, you got it, bleah, *vomits*, but i can slam like damn loud. okayokay! contemporary there's like the  swirls, like romantic ballads! i can play songs with feelings! ... 20th century! hip and hop, but pls, I HATE CLASSICAL!D: grrrs. i hope ms. cynthia can stop throwing classical at me, if not  i'd just go and die &gt;&lt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey d!!!! sorry cannot go out with you tmrw D: and the like more than FIVE times u asked me out, i'm really SORRRRRRRY! DDDDD: yes, just hate me &gt;&lt; let's try youth day? you meet me in school yeah? ._. haha, i can't wait to see you too i guess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, TIGGER IS MY NEW LOVE again. okay, it's not a new love, but it definitely has to take over the place of blueheart i guess DDDD: since tigger loves me much much moreee i shall love tigger moreeeeeeee too and get on with life! :D tadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow shall be a really weird day! i'd be going to dunman high in home wear!! cos my brother has to take the GAT test for dsaaa :x and i must go there and take pictures of different corners of the schoool :D hahaha. for the blog!! -.- i only done like 1 article!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah, stop procrastinating or blogging, do your work.&lt;br /&gt;yes mam -.- LAME! o_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1241430066106662778-6316060102677253259?l=singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6316060102677253259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1241430066106662778&amp;postID=6316060102677253259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6316060102677253259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1241430066106662778/posts/default/6316060102677253259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singing-you-her-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-premonition.html' title='The First Premonition'/><author><name>YOUR MISTAKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08350604632576217556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1241430066106662778.post-1083724825271091493</id><published>2008-06-10T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:28:24.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Start, Hopefully A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;God will make a way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there seems to be no way&lt;br /&gt;He works in ways we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way for me&lt;br /&gt;He will be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Hold me closely to His side&lt;br /&gt;With love and strength for each new day&lt;br /&gt;He will make a way, He will make a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a roadway in the wilderness, He'll lead me&lt;br /&gt;And rivers in the desert will I see&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth will fade&lt;br /&gt;But His Word will still remain&lt;br /&gt;He will do something new today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves a new beginning, that's right, and I took up to now to realise that I've been living life the wrong way all these while. I hadn't taken God into my mind enough, I've been relentlessly spoiling great things in my life, ruining, fragmenting them. I never held enough trust, I never spoken words which were meaningful, I preferred them left unsaid, then washed away. I made unproductive remarks and blah. So now I look back and I wish that everything could be started all over again. Maybe I need to give myself and the people around me more time for everything, maybe I should sit and read the bible to sleep like when I was young, God loves children, for their innocence. I believe I'd ruined the whole litre of innocence I was blinded from the evil with. I'd give myself time for god and me, to take the path he had chosen for me, to lead me to where I shall be, and believe in him entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blog, but I won't erase my old one still, the entries would remain, holding almost a cloned resemblance to my current self. It was me, it will be me, and it still is me, Sarah. I haven't destructed myself yet, but I pray that I'd be better, and shine for god and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. 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