<?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-2850437864419013154</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:23.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpaazeRonee Priss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-228888436393129745</id><published>2008-08-11T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T03:31:11.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D I'M BACK FOR ONE POSSIBLY LAST POST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I know it goes unsaid that everyone just LOVES taking pictures with my phone because they can see themselves on the screen. ANYWAYS. As my main memory has unfortunately run out and I don't really fancy having so many pictures of RANDOM people's photos, i shall post all of them (that i haven't yet deleted) on here so you guys can take it, and...take more pictures when I delete them from my phone. Aren't I just the nicest damn person. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUliEqXbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8WUuGy-r9WM/s1600-h/IMAGE_136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUliEqXbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8WUuGy-r9WM/s320/IMAGE_136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233205402038590898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUl5papCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g2b04VacbKs/s1600-h/IMAGE_135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUl5papCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/g2b04VacbKs/s320/IMAGE_135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233205408366765090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUl4_7HbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3XWHFJfNap4/s1600-h/IMAGE_099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUl4_7HbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3XWHFJfNap4/s320/IMAGE_099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233205408192732594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJB40HmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WoqrM7lqMko/s1600-h/IMAGE_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJB40HmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WoqrM7lqMko/s320/IMAGE_142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204912362626658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJAwK9_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mCgKLoZ3k2o/s1600-h/IMAGE_141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJAwK9_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/mCgKLoZ3k2o/s320/IMAGE_141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204912057939954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJX3VJMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UpTISfF3d4I/s1600-h/IMAGE_140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJX3VJMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UpTISfF3d4I/s320/IMAGE_140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204918261982402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJUNjmBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z66zAAUNlLE/s1600-h/IMAGE_139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJUNjmBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/z66zAAUNlLE/s320/IMAGE_139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204917281462290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJRi1mnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cOYMvmj6rU4/s1600-h/IMAGE_138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUJRi1mnI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cOYMvmj6rU4/s320/IMAGE_138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204916565416562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKATYezwkAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/My8O6Rlmm2A/s1600-h/IMAGE_126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKATYezwkAI/AAAAAAAAAJg/My8O6Rlmm2A/s320/IMAGE_126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204078312460290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKATY4G0upI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e14KIxqTMjE/s1600-h/IMAGE_133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKATY4G0upI/AAAAAAAAAJw/e14KIxqTMjE/s320/IMAGE_133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233204085103311506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAS7U1t5GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4I-AjXF7MS0/s1600-h/IMAGE_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAS7U1t5GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4I-AjXF7MS0/s320/IMAGE_101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233203577420112994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh? Jy...paiseh. I don't know where all YOUR pictures are. I know for a fact that you was the one who busted my memory. HAH. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/2850437864419013154-228888436393129745?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/228888436393129745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=228888436393129745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/228888436393129745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/228888436393129745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-im-back-for-one-possibly-last-post.html' title=':D I&apos;M BACK FOR ONE POSSIBLY LAST POST'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/SKAUliEqXbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8WUuGy-r9WM/s72-c/IMAGE_136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-7847399079864765734</id><published>2007-11-19T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:17.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(I can't transfer any pictures from my phone because of my damned missing USB cable!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BUT. I shall dedicate this post to pictures I found of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CUTIEPIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0GhDIY_gKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mJaO0tekBEo/s1600-h/cutiepie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0GhDIY_gKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mJaO0tekBEo/s320/cutiepie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134562125343064226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0Gg7IY_gJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/59yjEfs0uNY/s1600-h/cute+mann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0Gg7IY_gJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/59yjEfs0uNY/s320/cute+mann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134561987904110738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0Ggb4Y_gII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lVmKV7H_emo/s1600-h/play..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0Ggb4Y_gII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lVmKV7H_emo/s320/play..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134561451033198722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Aren't they just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Unlike some people, *coughcough* (mmmmamamadd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7847399079864765734?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7847399079864765734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7847399079864765734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7847399079864765734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7847399079864765734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_19.html' title=':]'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/R0GhDIY_gKI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mJaO0tekBEo/s72-c/cutiepie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-4174606945510677337</id><published>2007-11-13T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:17.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RznKlAVDn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/65oOHi4UqAk/s1600-h/odd+one+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RznKlAVDn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/65oOHi4UqAk/s200/odd+one+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132355987457679346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;"When tomorrow comes we'll both regret&lt;br /&gt;Things we said today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Cause I need you more than you'll ever know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Chicago, for goodness sake. They so 70's :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;"littlepinknipple"&lt;/span&gt; (*sigh* what a name) wants me to blog about her pros and cons. I feel so unlucky to be her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's understanding and thoughtful, AT times, with advice on stuff I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's FUNNY with her crappy chinese and her dog pictures of KS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's fun and really easy to talk to even with personal stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's obviously open...because when she gets her period she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; to stand up, and talks to me about it for like half an hour. Like she just couldn't PISS off to the toilet to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's really good to talk to when we were trying to guess whether Mr.JJ had really REALLY excessive body hair on his torso or he just has a beer belly. I oppose her idea of such protruding body hair, because that's like FUR, and that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She's very comical...as in,animated. Like, what's that wordpower word...VIVACIOUS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;CONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;She sucks at being nice sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's like a chimney...constantly smoking at the top.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculously low&lt;/span&gt; self-esteem, which is like, weird because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ain't fat, beybeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has this stupid face when she's ignoring me. On purpose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh Oh. Her jokes about KS and RJ can be REALLY annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She sucks. She calls herself a "cute and innocent little girl". The little part is right, the rest just makes me wonder about her ego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Littlepinknipple, I hate to say this, but all the cons were actually pros as well. :D you're the best my dear, as long as you don't tell me to go die every few smses or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-4174606945510677337?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4174606945510677337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4174606945510677337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4174606945510677337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4174606945510677337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RznKlAVDn_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/65oOHi4UqAk/s72-c/odd+one+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-2031891809373335105</id><published>2007-11-11T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:17.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate That I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzcePQVDn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9MkzjHKMPGo/s1600-h/mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzcePQVDn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9MkzjHKMPGo/s200/mix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131603547842125794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really hate my brother. People, would you like to know how I woke up today? Or rather, how I was rudely awakened by him today?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*comes over and hugs me when I'm still subconciously unprepared*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;       "Priscilla, ni ai wo ma?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's how it went. Then I kept asking why I had to wake up so early.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; "It's my off day today!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arse. So we went to PS...for him to get his hair done at Reds. Then we went to the Cathay to catch Stardust. Which was a good movie, really. Very fairytale-like. I like.&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-2031891809373335105?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2031891809373335105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2031891809373335105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2031891809373335105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2031891809373335105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-of-these-days-maybe-your-magic-wont.html' title='Hate That I Love You'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzcePQVDn-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9MkzjHKMPGo/s72-c/mix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-4221661983747018024</id><published>2007-11-10T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:58:23.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Everything Changes- Staind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just walked away,&lt;br /&gt;What could I really say?&lt;br /&gt;Would it matter anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Would it change how you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the mess you choose,&lt;br /&gt;The closet you cannot close.&lt;br /&gt;The devil in you I suppose,&lt;br /&gt;Cause the wounds never heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything changes if I could&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the years, if you could&lt;br /&gt;learn to forgive me, then I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;learn to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the things I say&lt;br /&gt;In moments of disarray,&lt;br /&gt;Succumbing to the games we play,&lt;br /&gt;To make sure that it's real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's just me and you,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what we could do.&lt;br /&gt;If we can just make it through&lt;br /&gt;The toughest part of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Ass.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-5426983582205802672</id><published>2007-11-09T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:17.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzSV9QVDn6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ncc33cTlWD8/s1600-h/ellleohveeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzSV9QVDn6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ncc33cTlWD8/s320/ellleohveeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130890755069681570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What are you gonna do if you see him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Fall over dead more than likely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Well what will you do if he comes over and talks to you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'd become fluent in speaking retard.&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/2850437864419013154-5426983582205802672?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/5426983582205802672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-5388094451469470</id><published>2007-11-07T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:18.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; LIFE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzKdWwVDn4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ps5AP4QWC6M/s1600-h/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130335939784318850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzKdWwVDn4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ps5AP4QWC6M/s400/icecream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hahas. My fingers are still purple from all that hairdye. ShuHui's is SO nice!! Maybe I should be a hairdresser someday...but be careful not to piss me off or you'd be wearing some afro wig!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a somewhat scary conversation with Madeleine ytd. The family reunion? We're all going to die, everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oooh. And he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; email back. Turns out he wasn't being an assholey. Hahas, I'm happy:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't wait to go on hols! The entire extended family's going to Malacca first, and though I know there isn't much there, I can't wait to enjoy myself in the presence of so many people:] yay yay yay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more school. uhhuh uhhuh let's PARTAY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130338018548490130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzKfPwVDn5I/AAAAAAAAAHI/LS8kfGzSjYo/s320/PARTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-5388094451469470?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/5388094451469470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=5388094451469470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5388094451469470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5388094451469470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_07.html' title=':]'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RzKdWwVDn4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ps5AP4QWC6M/s72-c/icecream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-1752825738808946916</id><published>2007-11-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:18.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused souls, huh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry83MiLx4OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iUd8LSXZ658/s1600-h/smileysmiley..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379189072453858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry83MiLx4OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iUd8LSXZ658/s320/smileysmiley..gif" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry82nyLx4NI/AAAAAAAAAGg/mGVwvwJD-_M/s1600-h/smileysmiley..gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" He looks at me and smiles. It pathetically makes my day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hahahaha. Okay, so I found this picture, right, and it &lt;em&gt;totally&lt;/em&gt; reminds me of &lt;em&gt;Madeleine Low.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry85jCLx4QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vOvVTAl1zMQ/s1600-h/HAHAHAHA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129381774642766082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry85jCLx4QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vOvVTAl1zMQ/s400/HAHAHAHA%27.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(click on it to see it work!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Don't they have a &lt;em&gt;freaky &lt;/em&gt;resemblance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p.s: is THIS post interesting enough for you, Maddhs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-1752825738808946916?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/1752825738808946916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=1752825738808946916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1752825738808946916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1752825738808946916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/confused-souls-huh.html' title='Confused souls, huh.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ry83MiLx4OI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iUd8LSXZ658/s72-c/smileysmiley..gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-3477121396962327796</id><published>2007-11-02T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:19.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>]:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ryw3YyLx4MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pIMYrO6SLQA/s1600-h/romantic,+mann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128534974595719362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ryw3YyLx4MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pIMYrO6SLQA/s200/romantic,+mann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Be my weekend lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be my spur-of-the-moment crush. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you like a bad habit. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I'm just not good enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Noooo....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Things cannot possibly be more wrong. I'm having such a mix of feelings right now, it's almost impossible to name them. But I know one thing's for sure: "things are at it's hardest peak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I just feel so sad, so lonely, so &lt;em&gt;unloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I feel safe to blog this out because no one is reading anyway. I feel like I can't talk to anyone, and it's almost impossible to voice out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Uncertainty. That's definitely the main element of my life. I've always been uncertain, about most things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You really have to stop smiling at me. Because everytime you do, my heart longs out for you even more. I'm still trying to forget the day we spent. Please just stop throwing false hopes at me like a frisbee, for me only to reach out and miss, the hopes flying away from me yet again. It takes a little piece of my heart each time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And for you, Madeleine, I love you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I'll be okay. Like always, in the end. On the outside, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ryw2WCLx4LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c2HkB-2uR7o/s1600-h/one+sided+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128533827839451314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ryw2WCLx4LI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c2HkB-2uR7o/s200/one+sided+love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"Always in a one-sided situation, at this rate, I ain't ever going to be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;And for you, anonymous one. Yes, I'm your secret admirer. And hopefully you'll never ever find out that I fancy you&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; much, for&lt;em&gt; this&lt;/em&gt; long. Because I know my limits. And it ain't even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-3477121396962327796?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3477121396962327796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3477121396962327796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3477121396962327796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3477121396962327796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=']:'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Ryw3YyLx4MI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pIMYrO6SLQA/s72-c/romantic,+mann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-8407753818739969202</id><published>2007-10-31T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:19.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes it's okay to be childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Children are the happiest people I have even encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Their naive smiles and twinkling eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Their blasting energy and animated laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Their simple minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiJbCLx4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xqqr0pQ7qW0/s1600-h/simple..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127499273297059938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiJbCLx4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xqqr0pQ7qW0/s200/simple..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such simple minded things inspire such admiration in us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As we grow older, we complicate things for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;As our knowledge broadens, we maturate our perception of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We cultivate opinions and develop tastes.&lt;br /&gt;We start to over-think things, immerse in our own self-worry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Things that are simple just aren't so simple anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we were young, our perception for love may be maternally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We expressed ourselves openly and candidly, unafraid of any impossible consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We had a fabulous time together, and we needn't think about anything else but ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preoccupied in our own little, elementary world,&lt;/em&gt; our age as an excuse for our candid behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiLYSLx4HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SyEKP9ewI88/s1600-h/SO+CUTE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127501425075675250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiLYSLx4HI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SyEKP9ewI88/s200/SO+CUTE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Comfortable, these little things just cause us to lust after a simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even a little concern for the opposite sex is taunted at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little hug, pat on the back or even a word of concern.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Provoking, teasing, pestering--&lt;em&gt;we behave worse than little children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To resort to this nasty humour and childish behaviour complicates our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People are afraid to express themselves the way they should never have hesitated to in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People are paranoid of taunts, being shunted away, rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiNxyLx4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/pCvrEf3XF8E/s1600-h/no+regrets,+just+lessons..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127504062185595010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiNxyLx4II/AAAAAAAAAF4/pCvrEf3XF8E/s200/no+regrets,+just+lessons..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Teenagers are more vulnerable to loneliness than at any other age. We hurt, we suffer, from a monster named 'Loneliness'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Why can't we put aside our differences, may it be age, gender or race?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We have sex education, and now we are being taunted in our relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We learn about racism, and now we are taunting others for their race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We learn about someone else's involvement in a relationship with an older person and we taunt them for having such feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Such nasty, childish humour. Such&lt;em&gt; atrocious&lt;/em&gt; behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If only we can be children once more, to bathe in their naivety and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only we could simplify matters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If only we could express ourselves without fear of exacerbating our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Only then, will we truly be open and cheerful. With others, and yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Learn from this, my dears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mature in such a way as to not make nasty jokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiPtSLx4JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q1wntMvO9Kg/s1600-h/nice+to+seee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127506183899439250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiPtSLx4JI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Q1wntMvO9Kg/s200/nice+to+seee.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Instead, we could turn to this to express our humour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-8407753818739969202?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/8407753818739969202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=8407753818739969202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/8407753818739969202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/8407753818739969202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-its-okay-to-be-childish.html' title=':)'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyiJbCLx4GI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xqqr0pQ7qW0/s72-c/simple..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-1263346158756884693</id><published>2007-10-30T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:20.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabberness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I've been feeling rather different lately, and found that I could express myself best with these pictures. Credits to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lovable_photos"&gt;her.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Singapore. The busy life. The crowded places. The street glam. The ghetto maniacs. The raging weather. The tight schedules. The overwhelming fatigue. The fast pace. The quickening heartbeat. The deceiving looks. The loud whispers. The hypocritical personalities. The blasting music. The fast breathing. The sweaty hands. The false images. The wrong messages. The hastening footsteps. The soporific pretence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The tremors of city life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127148022281658370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RydJ9iLx4AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6rpfem4gspU/s400/busy+life..png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want to unwind, get rid of all the residue of the street smoke. I'm exhausted with the quicken&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RydKiyLx4BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/fEECqfE3yhE/s1600-h/listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed pace of Singapore. It'll be music and isolation, away from this busy world. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;then, hopefully, I'll be truly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RydKxiLx4CI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VlhvluxuFao/s1600-h/listen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127150599262036050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RydMTiLx4FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NpjaBH5jBwk/s200/be+this+happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-1263346158756884693?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/1263346158756884693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=1263346158756884693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1263346158756884693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1263346158756884693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-been-feeling-rather-different.html' title='Blabberness.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RydJ9iLx4AI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6rpfem4gspU/s72-c/busy+life..png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-5750125208808831725</id><published>2007-10-29T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:21.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lub lub.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RybBpCLx39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uw6BpazsIoM/s1600-h/nice+to+have+company.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126998136512962514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RybBpCLx39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uw6BpazsIoM/s320/nice+to+have+company.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126997810095448002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RybBWCLx38I/AAAAAAAAAEY/MW2tex7RnkQ/s400/love.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-5750125208808831725?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/5750125208808831725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=5750125208808831725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5750125208808831725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5750125208808831725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/lub-lub.html' title='lub lub.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RybBpCLx39I/AAAAAAAAAEg/uw6BpazsIoM/s72-c/nice+to+have+company.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-3917072330217950311</id><published>2007-10-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:21.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reach out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyXtuyLx37I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iKJZiO7l5Ag/s1600-h/effort..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126765138832121778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyXtuyLx37I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iKJZiO7l5Ag/s200/effort..bmp" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You can't force love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just have to reach out there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; hope for the best."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't it better to cling to the dream of what could've been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;than to ruin everything with reality?"&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/2850437864419013154-3917072330217950311?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3917072330217950311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3917072330217950311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3917072330217950311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3917072330217950311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-cant-force-love-you-just-have-to.html' title='Reach out.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyXtuyLx37I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iKJZiO7l5Ag/s72-c/effort..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-3394794103908444491</id><published>2007-10-28T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RySHSiLx35I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Hb2cGpx7S8/s1600-h/blue+tights..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126371028338073490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RySHSiLx35I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Hb2cGpx7S8/s200/blue+tights..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"You're single. Make the best of it. It doesn't mean you're not good enough for anyone, it means no one is good enough for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If only I had so much confidence.&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/2850437864419013154-3394794103908444491?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3394794103908444491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3394794103908444491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3394794103908444491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3394794103908444491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-single.html' title='...'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RySHSiLx35I/AAAAAAAAAEA/3Hb2cGpx7S8/s72-c/blue+tights..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-7535430821810155468</id><published>2007-10-28T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:22.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Although everyone says that being comfortable in your own shoes is most important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126333915525668722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyRliSLx33I/AAAAAAAAADw/TeOdF0u2RFE/s200/play+the+guitar..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Being comfortable &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; your shoes is best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126334469576449922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyRmCiLx34I/AAAAAAAAAD4/eMJ5HVwHPu0/s200/comfy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7535430821810155468?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7535430821810155468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7535430821810155468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7535430821810155468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7535430821810155468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RyRliSLx33I/AAAAAAAAADw/TeOdF0u2RFE/s72-c/play+the+guitar..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-305395128670447573</id><published>2007-10-26T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:18:34.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angst?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bloody hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Right now, I'm here to complain about the atrocious weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So, I hate the weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It has been &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;hot, for&lt;em&gt; so&lt;/em&gt; long, it's crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Temperature's been like, a hundred degrees, and for people like me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People who have been emotionally forced to attach themselves permanently to a ball twice a week for four hours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just aren't happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Not only is it like an oven out there, it's also &lt;em&gt;uber&lt;/em&gt; bright, like God's been descending since the start of noon till evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And once again, people like me, people who absolutely detest feeling hot and bothered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just aren't happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People like me, people who have to walk a distance to get to someplace, have to be exposed under the &lt;em&gt;uber &lt;/em&gt;burning sun, get hot and sweaty and &lt;em&gt;uber &lt;/em&gt;bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even now, at 7.12pm, it's stifling in the house. I can't believe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's like someone covered the entire building with a sock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You would have thought, after all this hotness in the morning and afternoon, that &lt;em&gt;someone would have some mercy and give us some coolness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nope, it ain't possible, the sun's somewhere behind all that darkness, burning it's &lt;em&gt;uber &lt;/em&gt;hotness upon poor sufferers like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I know, that after all this, the only solution to end my irritating problem with the quick rise of temperature in my days is to actually let the air-con operate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh what a solution. How simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But hang on, it ain't so simple when your monster of a mother takes all that happiness in finding a solution from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She ain't gonna let it happen, mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm going to be hot and bothered for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, until 9pm anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&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/2850437864419013154-305395128670447573?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/305395128670447573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=305395128670447573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/305395128670447573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/305395128670447573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/angst.html' title='Angst?'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-2309473609935421580</id><published>2007-10-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:22.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rx4ffH88oiI/AAAAAAAAADE/QtozT54R0gI/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124568045565288994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rx4ffH88oiI/AAAAAAAAADE/QtozT54R0gI/s200/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want that one boy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rx4fTn88ohI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RXObzSnIWNw/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who doesn't mind if I eat more than him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who listens to all my problems &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who doesn't mind my sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who sings along to all my favourite songs with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who will talk to me about anything &amp;amp;&amp;amp; everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who is never too shy to hold my hand or hug me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who knows I act crazy and weird sometimes but still loves me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who laughs at my stupid jokes then tells me they're stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want the boy who will hold me tight and whisper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I Love You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-2309473609935421580?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2309473609935421580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2309473609935421580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2309473609935421580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2309473609935421580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/linger.html' title='Linger.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rx4ffH88oiI/AAAAAAAAADE/QtozT54R0gI/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-2051434405496549930</id><published>2007-10-23T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:17:39.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrumptious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Everything that felt so right, is wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really weird feeling most of today, it was like a mix between dread and misery. &lt;em&gt;Vair&lt;/em&gt; weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You're my one in six billion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball was crap, as usual. Felt especially tired today, even &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the training. I guess I haven't been sleeping right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I can't explain this feeling."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home only to fall asleep and get a kink in my neck that's still here, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You're the one that makes me draw them stupid little hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aie, met Gen today at the back gate, &lt;em&gt;mais&lt;/em&gt; it was locked. So we had to talk with the gate between us. How sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"The point is, I like you, but I don't think you actually realise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have nothing else to say about my day. Oh, except for the fact that Madeleine Low ran. I'm going to flip faces with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"I'm sorry that sometimes, I feel a little jealous inside, imagining that someone else could please you more than me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-2051434405496549930?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2051434405496549930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2051434405496549930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2051434405496549930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2051434405496549930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/scrumptious.html' title='Scrumptious.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-4997318619252202387</id><published>2007-10-21T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:51:14.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought we had something that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I thought there was a spark between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess I was too sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Or maybe you've had alot of those special moments with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've broken the little bit of my heart that fell for you on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And that little piece of my heart is still aching everytime you smile at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess the memories of that day will always stay in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;though nothing will ever come out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactless, much, YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it seemed past, I still remember it as if it was yesterday...&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/2850437864419013154-4997318619252202387?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4997318619252202387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4997318619252202387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4997318619252202387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4997318619252202387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/haiz.html' title='Haiz.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-5707591293385308556</id><published>2007-10-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:52:59.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I PASSED MY CHINESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forgot to mention that the other day. How proud am I? Oh vair vair &lt;em&gt;vair &lt;/em&gt;proud, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;53.1%, baybeh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to marine parade originally with my mom, feeling vair out of mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my cousin and her mom, yay, some company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Saw Jasmine,Kengling,Sherlene,AK,Melody...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to eatoes at the hawkeroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LiHui called for entertainment, and didn't appreciate my joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"what did one tyre say to the other tyre?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"How would I know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"IM TIRED!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(and I laughed, &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*sighs* Some people just have no sense of humour. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-5707591293385308556?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/5707591293385308556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=5707591293385308556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5707591293385308556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5707591293385308556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-passed-my-chinese-forgot-to-mention.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7327917962246049495</id><published>2007-10-19T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T05:00:09.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Well, I finally decided to give up on the whole idea of relationships. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;Sick of waiting and everything, obsessing and disappointment, I'm letting it all go!&lt;br /&gt;Man, being single forever does sound a tad depressing, but OH WELL it beats waiting all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Happy person, now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cut my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7327917962246049495?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7327917962246049495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7327917962246049495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7327917962246049495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7327917962246049495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-finally-decided-to-give-up-on.html' title='(:'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-201566933380968022</id><published>2007-10-19T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:54:35.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key To My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had closed the door upon my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And wouldn't let anyone in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I had trusted and loved only to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But, that would never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had locked the door and tossed the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As hard, and as far as I could,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love would never enter there again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My heart was closed for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And made me change my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just when I thought that tiny key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;was impossible to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's when you held out your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And proved to me I was wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Inside your palm was the key to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You had it all along.&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/2850437864419013154-201566933380968022?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/201566933380968022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=201566933380968022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/201566933380968022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/201566933380968022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/key-to-my-heart.html' title='Key To My Heart'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7984079836038444180</id><published>2007-10-16T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:12:13.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My legs hurt like "whoa", so I can barely walk without wincing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's even going to be training during the holidays. They're taking it way too seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skipping school today :) Because it's going to be a waste of time, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait till school's out! Then we can really enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sucks that we still have next week to go, and I'm dreading my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7984079836038444180?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7984079836038444180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7984079836038444180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7984079836038444180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7984079836038444180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/confused.html' title=''/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-4366372867386245359</id><published>2007-10-14T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:22.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>elle oh elle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RxNvEn88ogI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB4oNN3fMqM/s1600-h/me+and+jy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121559326485160450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RxNvEn88ogI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB4oNN3fMqM/s200/me+and+jy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mehs. Totally useless day yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Went to church with JY, she like,&lt;em&gt; forced&lt;/em&gt; me to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Why do they eat biscuits and drink Ribena at church?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;After that, we went to eat at the food court, still waiting for Rebecca to reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*black out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't remember what next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think we went home, for me to change because my pants were like, so LOOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So we decided to head to Vivo cause we might meet Rebecca, but turned out that she left already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Screw the great timing. so we stoned at city hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Clarke Quay:D...but oblivious to how we were supposed to get there by MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We walked from Outram Park to Tanjong Pagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;WRONG DIRECTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So after boarding the same train three times, we finally get to Clarke Quay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Iced Milk Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Stoned beside the river where the wind blew my empty bottle of green tea into the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;littering accidentally on purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Decided to finally NOT meet Rebecca, because she got scolded by her rents about trying to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mehs, what a waste of constructive time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We had nothing to do anyways.&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/2850437864419013154-4366372867386245359?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4366372867386245359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4366372867386245359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4366372867386245359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4366372867386245359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/elle-oh-elle.html' title='elle oh elle!'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RxNvEn88ogI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UB4oNN3fMqM/s72-c/me+and+jy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-2267791607197364818</id><published>2007-10-13T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:37:23.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;The ever-changing time seems never ending, passing by with every second lingering around like a memory, fading away as seconds replace seconds, until everything just vanishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I think to myself, what if I die tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm that close, any second, minute, day, week, month, year to the day when my life would just...end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Am I living it right, just passing every second by as if it owed me some personal favour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Try to appreciate every second may it be sadness, anger, hatred or happiness, to remember every single detail of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wonder-have I made a difference in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes the hours may pass by slowly, when you wish you were doing something constructive. Look out the window, someone may be doing the same, thinking the same, dreaming the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Another life. Oh how I wish I had another life. To start everything over again. To rewind time, to re-do things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Then again, if everyone else gets to do that, memories wouldn't exist anymore. All will be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Be happy with what you have, cherish all that you love, never let them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-2267791607197364818?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2267791607197364818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2267791607197364818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2267791607197364818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2267791607197364818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/ever-changing-time-seems-never-ending.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7118857049551400158</id><published>2007-10-09T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:23.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Haha. Just saw tilly's bebo, how i miss IGCSE drama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Funnayiest stuff, who'd like to see three hot idiots posing their stuff, advertising Lynx? muaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119303180164571586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwtrHn88ocI/AAAAAAAAACU/LAgXsyfVbAE/s400/darius.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119303180164571602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwtrHn88odI/AAAAAAAAACc/udGH84rRB0c/s400/Mark....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119303433567642098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwtrWX88ofI/AAAAAAAAACs/bPfXdCgjcZM/s400/jacky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lmao. All &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to be sexay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tis in the order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Darius (the horny, permanently stoned one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mark (the other horny, weird, afro one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Jack (the funnay, silly one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Haha. Drama's the best subject. We used to roll around on the carpet and pretend to be jesuses. Good times. Though we all had to put on horrid costumes for the previous play, tis all good. At least everyone looked uglay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7118857049551400158?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7118857049551400158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7118857049551400158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7118857049551400158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7118857049551400158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha.html' title='Hotness'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwtrHn88ocI/AAAAAAAAACU/LAgXsyfVbAE/s72-c/darius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-3290621290919300996</id><published>2007-10-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:23.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredddddddddddddddddddddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwhQnn88oaI/AAAAAAAAACE/aI6qY6fEPeE/s1600-h/ussssssssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118429618176303522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwhQnn88oaI/AAAAAAAAACE/aI6qY6fEPeE/s400/ussssssssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ahhh. Missing the old times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Meeting Madeleine &amp;amp; Kraven today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Another day of studying. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Can't wait for friday, when exams would finally be over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Which reminds me of the fact that I'm absolutely dreading POA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Aiyoooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love you Rebecca and Helga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Susan. I don't understand why I deserve that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm all confused, I don't know who it is anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Though, there really isn't any point in thinking about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing's going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-3290621290919300996?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3290621290919300996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3290621290919300996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3290621290919300996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3290621290919300996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhh.html' title='Boredddddddddddddddddddddd'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwhQnn88oaI/AAAAAAAAACE/aI6qY6fEPeE/s72-c/ussssssssss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-1877328027560398729</id><published>2007-10-03T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:03:12.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone&amp;&amp;Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;But you put a dart, through my dreams through my heart, and I'm back where I started again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn. I just keep thinking about him. Such a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-1877328027560398729?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/1877328027560398729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=1877328027560398729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1877328027560398729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1877328027560398729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/but-you-put-dart-through-my-dreams.html' title='Alone&amp;&amp;Worried'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7309202207434091641</id><published>2007-10-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:23.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RwMlcn88oXI/AAAAAAAAABs/iNNlmekI_mk/s1600-h/angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*SCREAM**SCREAM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*SCREAM**SCREAM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody four b. it was so a trick question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7309202207434091641?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7309202207434091641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7309202207434091641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7309202207434091641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7309202207434091641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/10/screamscreamscreamscream-bloody-four-b.html' title='Exams suck'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-2602686470012769571</id><published>2007-09-30T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:23.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;"I didn't believe in love, thought it was just a game, people play"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehe. My 5 year old cousin Ianette came by yesterday, and demanded to do my nails, so I let her. She took an hour to do ten fingers and toes. haha. Cute:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;This is my idea of&lt;/span&gt; heaven...oooohooohooohooohooh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh someone stop me--I'm falling for him. Oh no no no...I seem to always get myself in IMPOSSIBLE situations. This is one hard area of quicksand to get myself stuck in. Oh no no no no. What to do??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rv-kyH88oWI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkVj5IKQeR8/s1600-h/sad%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115988882751267170" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="159" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rv-kyH88oWI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkVj5IKQeR8/s400/sad%2520girl.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-2602686470012769571?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2602686470012769571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2602686470012769571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2602686470012769571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2602686470012769571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/Rv-kyH88oWI/AAAAAAAAABk/UkVj5IKQeR8/s72-c/sad%2520girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-7567234967811034771</id><published>2007-09-27T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:39:35.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mugging Like There Ain't Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Bloody Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Swinging your arm makes you walk faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Library is bloody bright, makes my head ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Chinese is a lost cause for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;POA is bloody boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Geography and Chemistry's the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Muahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you for reading my poetic poem. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7567234967811034771?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7567234967811034771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7567234967811034771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7567234967811034771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7567234967811034771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/09/bloody-hell.html' title='Mugging Like There Ain&apos;t Tomorrow'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-1369046220059182319</id><published>2007-09-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:23.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Man, I miss my friends in Uplands so so so badly. I was browsing through Sophie (Soapie)'s Bebo, because she left me a message, and I saw the recent pictures of people. And WOW it's so so scary how much Jack has grown since I left. He used to be, what, the same height as Sophie and now he's WAY WAY WAY taller. Bloody hell that boy had a massive growth spurt. He must be around 5"9 or somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RvFMqCtoOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/_MWlLviAz3c/s1600-h/Jack+and+mark.+wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111951337208691170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RvFMqCtoOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/_MWlLviAz3c/s400/Jack+and+mark.+wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mark(pink) and Jack(Checkered)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aw, I miss em. I can't believe I used to date Jack. It all seemed such a long time ago.&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/2850437864419013154-1369046220059182319?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/1369046220059182319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=1369046220059182319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1369046220059182319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1369046220059182319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss-them.html' title='I miss them.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RvFMqCtoOeI/AAAAAAAAABU/_MWlLviAz3c/s72-c/Jack+and+mark.+wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-3519991306632317193</id><published>2007-09-17T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:43:24.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleargh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I hate studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate POA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate having to do four chinese essays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate having nightmares that are totally possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate being confused.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate to think so much when at the end, I know it meant absolutely nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hate not having the guts to voice what I really want to say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate not being able to be with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate how beauty get's in the way of everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate how easily she can make you fall for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate how I have no effect on you, whatsoever. Though I wouldn't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate having doubts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm starting to hate you.&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/2850437864419013154-3519991306632317193?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3519991306632317193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3519991306632317193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3519991306632317193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3519991306632317193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-hate-studying.html' title='Bleargh'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7838725570237952213</id><published>2007-09-05T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:46:19.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting High In Toys R Us? Oh Yes-So Priss-Style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Ah yes yes yes--Toys R Us, the ultimate paradisical heaven for the slightly insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Might I say, I had a kick-ass time with Meng Tian on...Tuesday. Lol the whole point of the entire outing was to go to a "barbeque" involving noone we knew but my cousin. Well, it was a &lt;em&gt;bad idea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyways, we started off our day with &lt;em&gt;eatments. Ah yes, not food, but eatments.&lt;/em&gt; I wanted something soupy but not western, because I was at the very first stage of an incredibly big bout of flu. Yesh- anyways, since "tian" has posted the details on HER blog, might as well not bore anyone who is actually reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Seoul Garden has a very particular way of making people feel extremely sinful. We took like two plates of barbequed meat, can you imagine how yucky that is--so i suggested some fish to go along with it, to drown my guilt of being so awfully cannibalistic. But me don't like feesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;So we took our time in there for like what, an hour or more, then decided to actually make our way to the BBQ. Which turned out to be a complete disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cabbed back to TM, decided to watch Ratatouille, but ended up watching Hairspray cos it was earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hairspray is seriously awesome, I loved it, but I don't think I can ever watch it again without getting bored...Queen Latifah was fabulous, Amanda Bynes funnay-ass, and Zac Effron stunning (who could expect less). The singing was incredible, the dancing even more so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I absolutely ADORED the clothes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I wish we were in the 60s too, in AMERICA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh so fashionable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;ULTRA-CLUTCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7838725570237952213?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7838725570237952213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7838725570237952213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7838725570237952213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7838725570237952213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/09/getting-high-in-toys-r-us-oh-yes-so.html' title='Getting High In Toys R Us? Oh Yes-So Priss-Style.'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-5019654284826162584</id><published>2007-08-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:47:39.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOSHAGALAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm today we went to baibai at Mandai Crematorium, and I caught sight of this plaque and it was of this boy who was the same age as me, 1992 and he passed away in 2004. I was so sad about it, me and Gen, that I (agnostic and all) prayed for him. He even had a soft toy heart next to his plaque, saying something like "We'll Always Love You". It just made me so sad, to think of what a loss he must have been to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, Matthew Cheong, I hope you'll bless your family from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So after that, I went to Gen's and we played volleyball. I mean that in the vaguest sense, since neither of us can play properly. Anyways, it was quite fun because I think the volleyball is real attracted to water. So we both got pretty dirty, more her than me, and we went back upstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That pretty much sums up my entire boring day. And Benjamin is cute!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-5019654284826162584?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/5019654284826162584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=5019654284826162584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5019654284826162584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/5019654284826162584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/booshagalaga.html' title='BOOSHAGALAGA'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-6760824950714952711</id><published>2007-08-24T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:48:35.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Cow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;Man, I was &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a silly cow just now. I fell asleep watching TV, and I had this dream about tomorrow, which is Thanksgiving. I dreamt that I was going to pon it to go out with Meng Tian and AK, but at around 1pm (thanksgiving starts at 1.50 for me) Meng Tian called to say that we aren't going, and for some very weird reason I rushed to the shower to go to Thanksgiving, and I knew like, I was going to be real late, so I texted Mrs Kaan...it was all like, totally real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;So then I woke up. And when I woke up just now, I thought it really WAS tomorrow. So I like, &lt;em&gt;jolted&lt;/em&gt; out of bed and then realised I really am a silly cow and laid back down. I think my mom was quite shocked. Like I was possessed or somewhat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-6760824950714952711?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/6760824950714952711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=6760824950714952711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6760824950714952711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6760824950714952711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/silly-cow.html' title='Silly Cow'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-3279358057327107569</id><published>2007-08-24T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:50:47.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love you like Adam loved Eve, but on a much less sexual level."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridays have always been surprising...for as long as I can remember, which, considering my STM issue, isn't very long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had Physics, in which I very nearly, again, fallen asleep in. It's just too boring. Who cares about forces? I'm sick enough of useless mathematical crap like quadratic equations, we have to make do with equilibriums and upthrusts too? That's such balls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then came English, the lesson in which I'm &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;quiet in. :) Cos I'm rather intimidated by Mrs Lian. Who isn't? Yeah and like, most of the class forgot their blue file, which made her even madder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maths test sucked. The only near certainty i have is the first question. Nicholas may be able to beat me at this test, after all. BUT LOSING IS LOSING NICHOLAS--EVEN IF IT WAS ONLY 2.5 POINTS. LOSER. Ha, that's for being soooo confident in beating me. HA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then we escaped the Coastal Management test by requesting for another date...next wednesday,everyone.&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/2850437864419013154-3279358057327107569?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/3279358057327107569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=3279358057327107569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3279358057327107569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/3279358057327107569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-many-ways-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-4468195083232798715</id><published>2007-08-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:51:25.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;""If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;If you cut me with a knife it's still the same.&lt;br /&gt;And i know her heart is beating and I know that I am dead&lt;br /&gt;Yet the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real&lt;br /&gt;But it seems that I still have a tear to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;In the ice the wind the sun it's all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel my heart is aching, though it doesn't beat it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;And the pain here that I feel, try and tell me it's not real&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am dead,&lt;br /&gt;Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-4468195083232798715?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4468195083232798715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4468195083232798715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4468195083232798715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4468195083232798715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/misery-sucks.html' title='Misery Sucks'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-2230643794390863293</id><published>2007-08-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:52:36.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddammit (No Offence To Christians Everywhere)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;People should really check their emails. I mean, seriously, who wants a bust inbox? And what if there's something really really frigging important in your inbox, and because of your lenience, you missed out on it? What if someone's just sent you a frigging important email, like, Life and Death, and you miss it? People DIE over emails you know. Frigging lost LIVES over emails. Emails are SUPPOSED to be checked, not frigging ignored. Emails are so convenient people!! Electronic-frigging-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Check your emails, everyone.&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/2850437864419013154-2230643794390863293?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/2230643794390863293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=2230643794390863293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2230643794390863293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/2230643794390863293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/goddammit-no-offence-to-christians.html' title='Goddammit (No Offence To Christians Everywhere)'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-1376519379814697060</id><published>2007-08-22T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:24.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who would like to eat sushi and watch Smashing Pumpkins in Albuquerque?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was reminded rather rudely yesterday to update this by a certain someone--a violent Madeleine Low whose cousin is a loser back at my old school. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are usually yucky, and the day before yesterday was no exception. I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;it was yucky--I can't actually remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays are usually even yuckier than Mondays, and I remember rather vividly that JY HIT HERSELF OVER THE HEAD WITH HER OWN PICKLEBALL BAT. I laughed for about, what, 10 minutes? Absolutely hilarious, but I think I looked rather hysterical because I was the only one who watched her attempting to catch the ball with the bat attached to her wrist. Funny stuff aside, Netball was very very (not "rather" anymore) pressurising. The seniors came to train with us. 10 min run killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...hmm...today...Major STM problem. Oh but i do remember being smart and walking the &lt;em&gt;other way &lt;/em&gt;to&lt;em&gt; another &lt;/em&gt;bus stop when i saw the &lt;em&gt;"nasties" &lt;/em&gt;buying ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I started missing my old school.So i thought, in their favour, I'd put up a picture of a typical morning back at the old campus we really knew and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RswiKpsoM5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/G0Co1EGZOQc/s1600-h/bleachas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101490044291003282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RswiKpsoM5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/G0Co1EGZOQc/s400/bleachas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That me next to pear:) miss you babe.&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/2850437864419013154-1376519379814697060?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/1376519379814697060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=1376519379814697060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1376519379814697060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/1376519379814697060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-would-like-to-eat-sushi-and-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RswiKpsoM5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/G0Co1EGZOQc/s72-c/bleachas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-4050861533696565132</id><published>2007-08-14T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:54:28.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;^^I foresee the dark ahead^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I kinda do. Anyways, had a massive row with my sweet tempered mother last night. She got all mad when she found out that I happen to limp so discreetly whenever I get up from sitting or lying down. My foot's still injured, and I wasn't supposed to do sport until it recovers fully...which was supposed to take a month or two, but I started playing after two weeks...yeah. So that sucks, I'm on MC for at least another two weeks. Unless I fake it again...:D&lt;br /&gt;I just decided to do something that I'm afraid I might regret forever. Oh gosh, I'm going to be on complete tenterhooks until something happens. That just sucks, constant suspense is a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Mehhh&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/2850437864419013154-4050861533696565132?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4050861533696565132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4050861533696565132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4050861533696565132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4050861533696565132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-6437759210731126074</id><published>2007-08-13T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:06:24.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RsBEFXVKDxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i3ScxPWFOls/s1600-h/me+n+yuyi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098149637136191250" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RsBEFXVKDxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i3ScxPWFOls/s320/me+n+yuyi.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hmmm...I was quite emo this morning I reckon, and my mood worsened when Shaniiee scolded me for "sleeping" in class. I wasn't sleeping, i was looking at her with my head on the table. She might sleep with her eyes open, but normal people sleep with their eyes obviously &lt;em&gt;closed&lt;/em&gt;. Hmm...yeah...so i was questioned considerably about my sleepy behaviour in her classes, and she said something about telling all the other teachers to keep an eye on me...which reminds me...was that why Mrs Lian looked like i did her a great personal wrong during the WordPower test?? Rawr. She might wonder why i am always so sleepy in her classes---THEY ARE FREAKING BORING. Honestly, she makes the record of the most boring teacher i've ever encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Been thinking the whole of Geo...about the other Him. (not God, mind.) I dunno...I think i like him...but...hmmm even if i do happen to change my mind from MSS to Him i dont think it'll make much difference. Haven't got a chance anyway. LIFE SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;and it seriously sucks to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;I have just noticed the "upload image" button...so i'm going to do exactly that. Only I don't know how to MOVE the picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-6437759210731126074?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/6437759210731126074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=6437759210731126074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6437759210731126074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6437759210731126074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh.html' title='*Sigh*'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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/_DTSjqB9JC9E/RsBEFXVKDxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/i3ScxPWFOls/s72-c/me+n+yuyi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-7222141930287210599</id><published>2007-08-11T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T08:59:09.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flag Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hmmm...Flag day kind of sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Me, JingYi, Eleena and WeiXuan went to Tampines to literally beg for miniscule donations. We were all sooo surprised that Nicholas and Sylvester came, maybe they've had a change of heart? NAH i honestly doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyways, Me and JY were outside (okay im watching The Series of Unfortunate Events, and Jim Carrey just said that "roast beef" was a swedish term for "beef that is roasted". Which made me LOL) Century Square AIMING at people attached to PRAMS, BABIES, CHILDREN, OR MERELY TAXIS. i found out that by looking through the taxi window and smiling you can get some real generous donations. :D:D awesome stuff. Some people were really "dao" though, pretending not to see us. Some even pretended they didn't bring their wallets. Most infuriating people were the ones who asked what the donations would be for, then walked away without saying anything else. RAWR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;I'm actually going to really watch this movie now. Ciaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7222141930287210599?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7222141930287210599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7222141930287210599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7222141930287210599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7222141930287210599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/flag-day.html' title='Flag Day'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-6188688033545385818</id><published>2007-08-10T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:02:32.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks And Condominiums</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I watched the fireworks yesterday, it was quite a display I reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And I realised that what I claimed was wrong--other people DO read my blogs. Harhar. So i better not advertise nothing bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ugly...is like, i dunno man. Can anyone possibly picture me going out with ugly?? are we even COMPATIBLE? ewww--bad habits are hard worn to get rid of, but come on, he could have waited. SO JY---STOP ASKING ME TO GIVE HIM A CHANCE, HE HASN'T EVEN CALLED. and...DO YOU ACTUALLY WANT ME TO ACCEPT HIM? i thought u was totally against him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;(let's talk ditzy now, cos i feel like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ANYWAYS. i went to my cousin's condo today, it was like, AWESOME (th ditziest ditzy way i could ever put it) and like, dude, like, I WANT TO LIKE, LIVE THERE MANNN. soooo badly. Besides, all that grandeur wasn't the ONLY appealing part, HTS ALERT 24/7?? I can so totally take that. Like, totally. Which reminds me of that cheer my OTHER cousin taught me, cos i have like, a GINORMOUS extended family. HERE GOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, my god. I think I need a manicure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;The sun, I swear, is burning all my gorgeous hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Red blue yellow green what's the colour of my team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;I dunno, i don't care, all i know is do my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm a B, I'm an I, I'm a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Oh never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;I'M A BIMBO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;color:#666666;"&gt;Which we both aren't, thank the lord. american ditzy chicks drive me UP the wall. &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/2850437864419013154-6188688033545385818?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/6188688033545385818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=6188688033545385818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6188688033545385818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6188688033545385818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/fireworks-and-condominiums.html' title='Fireworks And Condominiums'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-6859589668386269604</id><published>2007-08-08T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:05:01.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Temperamental States Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I swear...I went through a million different moods today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Before Morning Duty--&gt; Sleepy as ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;During Morning Duty--&gt;Kaypoh as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;In The Hall--&gt; Enthusiastic as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;During My Sitting Time In The Hall--&gt;Bored as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Dismissal--&gt;Confused as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;During Dismissal--&gt;Restless as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;After Dismissal--&gt;Irritated as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;At Maccas--&gt;Eager as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Back At School--&gt;Tired as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Home--&gt;Happy as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;And When I get A Million Msgs And Calls--&gt;Irritated as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Under The Freaking Hot Weather--&gt;Sian as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Tuition--&gt;High as ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;After That--&gt;Plain Angry and Disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Oui Oui-as you can see, very temperamental I was today. Now I'm speaking like Yoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;Asshole---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO ESPLANADE WITH MY COUSIN TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Serves You Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&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/2850437864419013154-6859589668386269604?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/6859589668386269604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=6859589668386269604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6859589668386269604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/6859589668386269604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/weird-temperamental-states-of-my-life.html' title='Weird Temperamental States Of My Life'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-7385972232551371383</id><published>2007-08-06T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:06:44.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally get contact lenses &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i am shortsighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So like, it was the usual morning, going to school with my cousin, and then we decided to hold a personal contest, where we see who would be able to notice something different about my eyes the most quickly. My eyes are considerably bigger, I reckon. But it took the girls like, i dunno, half an hour? to notice that there is something very weird about my face LOL. And the guys didn't notice a thing, if they did, they didn't voice it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who the winner was? our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; friend Asyraf:P He walked past as usual, said hi and then went: "omg what happened to your eyes!?"&lt;em&gt; A CLEAR WINNER. who said guys weren't observant? they should be shot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Which totally reminds me--out of topic here, but who's going to read my blog other than me? I think, and I'm sure that whoever is reading this (and they must be SERIOUSLY bored) will agree that the BABYLONIANS should be shot. They invented ALGEBRA. I mean, seriously. ALGEBRA is such a frustratingly &lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt; topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prove my point? sure. First of all, let's observe the algebraic topic of QUADRATIC EQUATIONS. This topic revolves around unknown factors, all adding up to ZERO. Useful? I think &lt;strong&gt;NOT.&lt;/strong&gt; Who the balls wants to know what adds up, or minuses off, to zero? &lt;strong&gt;ZERO IS NOTHING, ZUT KABLAM ZITCH. &lt;/strong&gt;honestly. I don't care what adds up to zero, it's pointless to me. Oh yeah--algebra sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i suck at algebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2850437864419013154-7385972232551371383?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/7385972232551371383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=7385972232551371383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7385972232551371383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/7385972232551371383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/08/haha.html' title='Weeee!'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-4458224693621581056</id><published>2007-07-29T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:08:21.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haysus Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Haysus Crap, I am officially a victim of harrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so yesterday after the trip to the airport i went home by bus from Aljunied. Met this sec2 guy who was part of the bunch that bullied me when i had to patrol. He was being nice and all, and he was like, "walao, i seen u six times already this week" which wasn't very much to me cos we DO go to the same school. makes sense aye.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked a while about nothing at all, and he asked for my number. WHICH I STUPIDLY GAVE TO HIM. Then i went home and he texted me. asking if i have a boyfriend. i asked why, and he said "cuz i like you". THAT'S DISGUSTING. lol i mean, it isn't disgusting, but he is disgusting. and then he starts BEGGING. like, seriously. calling me dozens of times and texting me all this crap about him and stuff and he was really really annoying. I was being so so nice at first by telling him the reason i dont want to be his girlfriend is because i dont want a boyfriend (which isn't true, but he doesnt know) and that my first priority is studying. but he just didn't get it---im rejecting him sooo obviously in a nice way, but he does not get it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so now im getting frequent text msgs that im not bothering to reply to because i always get the same thing back. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will i trust my instincts to give numbers out. EVER.&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/2850437864419013154-4458224693621581056?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4458224693621581056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4458224693621581056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4458224693621581056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4458224693621581056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/07/haysus-crap.html' title='Haysus Crap'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2850437864419013154.post-4807122045324272611</id><published>2007-07-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:09:44.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY UNFAIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dude, I just remembered. I really really want to vent my anger out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so on friday we had the usual maths lesson with Johney Joseph, right? And it was like, so typical of a lesson- people stoning, talking, whatever. I belonged to the stoning category.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i was sitting behind JingYi and Joshua, and they were talking. The Joseph rudely interrupted the scene, like he skipped a cue. It went vaguely like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Priscilla, stop talking!"&lt;br /&gt;(this was when i got confused, like he was mentally ill, because i really was not talking.)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not talking!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give me that shit" (ok, he didn't say that but he sooo meant it)&lt;br /&gt;"But I really wasn't talking!!"&lt;br /&gt;*then he said something about not arguing back, and for me to sit properly. so i did*&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO, HE WASN'T FINISHED YET.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't give me that look!!!"&lt;br /&gt;(wtf. So he expects me to smile at him when he wrongly accuses me of talking. logical.)&lt;br /&gt;"What look??? I'm not giving you a look!!" (i was tempted to say-"this is my face" but thought better of it)&lt;br /&gt;*Then he says something about me changing when i joined F3-5*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so by this time i was FUMING with anger.&lt;br /&gt;*Then he says that he'd tell mrs Lian about this and will take away my prefectorial status.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to note here- when i get really really mad, i cry. it's the way my body works. So im about to cry....right about....HERE. So JY turns around to say, "don't cry" but before she could even do that. Joseph goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk to her! Nobody talk to her!!" (WHAT THE ****)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly. i don't understand this huge prejudice against me. what the hell was i supposed to do or say? his lessons ARE boring. he's a CRAP teacher. nobody LISTENS to him. why the hell should i? because im a prefect? well screw that, im throwing my tie against the wall. because if i lose it, i'd really be knee deep in shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY UNFAIR.&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/2850437864419013154-4807122045324272611?l=spaazeronee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/feeds/4807122045324272611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2850437864419013154&amp;postID=4807122045324272611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4807122045324272611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2850437864419013154/posts/default/4807122045324272611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaazeronee.blogspot.com/2007/07/dude-i-just-remembered.html' title='BLOODY UNFAIR'/><author><name>**SpaazeRonee**</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00261495974855288462</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-2850437864419013154.post-371081049633323383</id><published>2007-07-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T09:11:06.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrutinizing myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hmm...well this is my first time blogging, and i said very clearly to everyone who commented on the nonexistence of an online blog in my life that i would never blog, because it seemed like such a stupid idea to me. I think it still is, but there really isn't anything i have better to do at the moment--blogs just seemed so uh pointless? But never mind, i have one now so scrutinizing my actions won't really help anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yi left this morning, and she wrote all the girls a letter in chinese, and i had such a bloody hard time squinting at the characters like anything, and i didn't have the heart to ask someone else to help me read it because they were all crying at their own. When i finally managed to ask JingYi to translate some words that were seriously...whatever, i started crying too. She's just so sweet, that chick. Always thinking about others. I'll really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt seriously guilty when she was almost about to leave, because i was crying quite a bit, though not all for her. I was reminded of how i left my friends back at Uplands and how they all cried for me. And i didn't really cry back then. I miss them so much, and I just want to go back home. Everything was there- my past, present and future. 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