<?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-5941107</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:25:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new day of new beginnings</title><subtitle type='html'>erms.. sit back and enjoy?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109784431469907316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109784431469907316' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759515451629238</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:34.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759515451629238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759515451629238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759515451629238' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514811377901</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:28.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514811377901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514811377901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514811377901' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514654894325</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514654894325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514654894325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514654894325' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514578492615</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514578492615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514578492615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514578492615' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514468368124</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:24.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514468368124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514468368124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514468368124' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514421346149</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:24.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514421346149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514421346149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514421346149' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514090570964</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514090570964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514090570964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514090570964' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759514012649718</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:20.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514012649718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759514012649718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759514012649718' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759513954611461</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513954611461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513954611461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759513954611461' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759513897393396</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513897393396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513897393396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759513897393396' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109759513588901197</id><published>2004-10-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T23:32:15.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of exams.. supposed to feel free, liberated, relieved.. but somehow, i did feel all those right after the paper at 9.30am.. but as the day went by, started to feel really lethargic again.. knowing that after 2 days of holidays i would have to return to school of torture where they give us back our papers and determine whether we retain or not.. its sheer torture.. i don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513588901197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109759513588901197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109759513588901197' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109741163878479875</id><published>2004-10-10T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:33:58.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel like breaking down?Do you ever feel out of place?Like somehow you just don't belongAnd no one understands youDo you ever wanna run away?Do you lock yourself in your room?With the radio on turned up so loudThat no one hears you screamingNo you don't know what it's likeWhen nothing feels alrightYou don't know what it's like to be like meTo be hurtTo feel lostTo be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741163878479875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741163878479875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109741163878479875' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109741128971732488</id><published>2004-10-10T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:34:22.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for my happy endingoh oh, oh oh, oh oh...Let's talk this overIt's not like we're deadWas it something I did?Was it something You said?Don't leave me hangingIn a city so deadheld up so highOn such a breakable threadYou were all the things I thought of youAnd I thought we could beYou are everything, everything that I wantedWe were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741128971732488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741128971732488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109741128971732488' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109741110614858411</id><published>2004-10-10T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T20:25:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was six years oldWhen my parents went awayI was stuck inside a broken lifeI couldn't wish awayShe was beautifulShe had everything and moreAnd my escape was hiding out and running for the doorSomebody listen pleaseIt used to be so hard being meLiving in the shadowOf someone else's dreamTrying to find a hand to holdbut every touch felt cold to meLiving in a nightmareA never-ending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741110614858411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109741110614858411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109741110614858411' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109733458243721921</id><published>2004-10-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:11:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ifidefepenfendedfedonfonyoufou... butfutifireafealisedfisedthatfhatefeveferyfythingfhing thatfhatyoufoutoldfoldmefewasfasafaliefie.. howfowdidfid thingsghingsturnfurn outfout thisfhiswayfay? ifihadfad hopfopedthatfhat wefecouldfould havefavebeenfeenfwenshwens fohoefevefer.. butfutlohookfook wherfer itfit hadfadbroughtfought usfus? ifi hadfadrefelyfyed onfonyoufoufohortohoonfoo longfong.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109733458243721921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109733458243721921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733458243721921' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109733189436284400</id><published>2004-10-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:24:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't believe i cried yesterday in school.. arghs.. felt so -bleahx- didn't really wanna go for tuition or go home but.. had to.. just wanted to.. i dunno.. walk around? but couldn't..cuixthanks for being there.. :) hahax.. hmms.. didn't really meant to cry.. but.. aiya.. watever.. :) gd luck for ur cl n ur art paper! gambatte! ilu++marianu won't retain either.. if u retain i'll prob </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109733189436284400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109733189436284400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109733189436284400' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109724349026245367</id><published>2004-10-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:51:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more paper left..i'm so frigging tired.. haven't had a proper sleep in the last month? sianz.. one more paper.. can't wait.. i think i totally screwed up my exams? didn't do well for all my subs (though results not out yet.. but i can't even like pass i think..?) manz.. i really don't wanna retain... arghz!! gonna die...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109724349026245367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109724349026245367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724349026245367' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109706623534045417</id><published>2004-10-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:37:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quotes from 12th night1) if music be the food of love play on, give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die2) Away from me to sweet beds of flowers! Love thoughts lie rich when canopied with bowers3) After him I love more than I love these eyes, more than my life4) But come what may I do so adore thee That danger shall seem sport, and will I go!5) No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109706623534045417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109706623534045417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109706623534045417' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109697504134728318</id><published>2004-10-05T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:48:48.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever.. this shit sucks.. lost my frigging wallet today.. so idiert.. i can't even remember what happened this morning.. i can't remember anything.. arghs!!! such an idiot! i can't take it... okies.. number of papers left6 oct 2004chemistry7 oct 2004english lit 8 oct 2004mathssocial studies11 oct 2004no school12 oct 2004chinese paper 213-14 oct 2004hols!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109697504134728318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109697504134728318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109697504134728318' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109678906735244557</id><published>2004-10-03T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T15:40:24.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you bloody hypocrite! get a life!how fricking long is forever where u come from??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109678906735244557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109678906735244557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109678906735244557' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109664339129697305</id><published>2004-10-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:09:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ur a sad-assed liar! i can't believe you would actually stoop to this level.. if you don't like her, then why the hell do you play with her?? give her empty promises that only keeps her hopes up! ur disgusting! i thank God that she isn't with you.. she would lose out.. if the promises are going to empty, what for make them?? whats the bloody use? because of you, her studies and mood is affected..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109664339129697305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109664339129697305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109664339129697305' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109663260530522322</id><published>2004-10-01T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:10:05.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exams started today.. don't think i've ever felt so pissed in one day.. first had a migraine in the morning, then i forgot to bring my calculator, then i realised that i didn't elaborate enough for my english essay and veronica didn't give us extra time tho she started late, then we started geog paper and veronica didn't give us extra time again.. then i realised that i couldn't remember my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109663260530522322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109663260530522322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109663260530522322' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109643739206432886</id><published>2004-09-29T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T13:58:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck you! i hope you know that i'm talking about you.. forget it man.. i know that you will never read this.. so why the hell am i writing this for?? in case u do read this.. fuck you! why the hell do you do this? why the hell do you have to be so bloody irritating and so fucking idiotic?? it will get you NOWHERE! NOWHERE i say! and no matter what you do, whatever respect that i had left for you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109643739206432886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109643739206432886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109643739206432886' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109629311445523036</id><published>2004-09-27T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:51:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4 more days to eoys.. good luck pple! study hard!i'm tired.. so tired.. been mugging like crazy the past week.. hmms.. i really have nothing to say about my life right now.. its boring shite.. the same thing every day of every week.. feel so.. unaccomplished even tho i've been studying? yea.. been having late nights, weird dreams, recurring dreams.. watever you can think of, i've been having it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109629311445523036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109629311445523036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109629311445523036' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109592869965715187</id><published>2004-09-23T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:38:19.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those four words have never been so pleasant to my ear before.. today when i heard it, i was ecstatic! nothing could dampen my spirits.. hahax.. I PASSED THE EXAM!!  all i need now is ___ and my life would be perfect.. i've never been so happy before.. despite the other fact.. but... this is good enough for now! i can peacefully take my grade 8 exam... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592869965715187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592869965715187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592869965715187' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109592571758091634</id><published>2004-09-23T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T15:48:37.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isd haeaorvore iraorlirrioeiydyoy oiloioirsint lomiuy oisiepiqeixaiucolimvahl irsiuoqumeieiuokjniue.. isd iuheromvpiue kjtnbhiiaunt ionudokjbjwonmdjjy iuwqzixbluml iuhweaolviue iutqzo iigmzo kntnxhvvrnnoqeumcgweh obtqehaxannt... isd knlqeomnviue inywmobbu oismno...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592571758091634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592571758091634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592571758091634' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109592537419108014</id><published>2004-09-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T15:42:54.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl. Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future doesn't seem too bright, they were very happy together.Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualise </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592537419108014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109592537419108014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592537419108014' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109559568602639919</id><published>2004-09-19T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:08:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i figured it outi was high and low and everything in betweeni was wicked and wild, baby, you know what i meantill there was you, yeah, yousomething went wrongi made a deal with the devil for an empty I.O.Ubeen to hell and back, but an angel was looking throughit was you, yeah, youit's all because of youyou are the reasonyou are the reason i wake up every dayand sleep through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109559568602639919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109559568602639919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109559568602639919' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109559547001290289</id><published>2004-09-19T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:04:30.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm scaredso afraid to show i carewill he think me weakif i tremble when i speakwhat ifthere's another one he's thinking ofmaybe he's in lovei'd feel like a foollife can be so crueli don't know what to doi've been therewith my heart out in my handbut what you must understandyou can't let the chanceto love him pass you byshould itell himtell him that the sun and moonrise in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109559547001290289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109559547001290289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109559547001290289' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109532357576292430</id><published>2004-09-16T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:32:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zhen de hao tong.. bu zhi dao wei she me.. wo yi wei yi jing wan le.. dan shi ni hai chan zhe wo.. hai shi.. hai shi shi wo zai chan zhe ni? wo ye bu zhi dao.. wo yi wei.. wo ke yi chong xin kai shi.. ni wei she me bu yao fang guo wo ne? wei she me yi zhi yao wo ji de wo de guo qu na yi qie yi jing guo qu le.. ni wei she me hai shi yao ti chu lai.. wo yi jing shuo guo le zhe me duo ci.. wo bu yao</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109532357576292430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109532357576292430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532357576292430' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109532302657477932</id><published>2004-09-16T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T16:23:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jiu wei fang qing de tian kongyi jiu liu zhe ni de xiao rongku zheque wu fa an mai qian jifeng zheng zai ying tian ge xianxiang nian hai zai deng dai jiu nuanwo la zhe xianfu zi ni gei de wen roubao sai zai yi pang de ji moxiao wo gei bu qi cheng nuozhe me hui zhe me huini jing yuan liang le wowo zhi neng yong yuan du zhe dui baidu zhe wo gei ni de shang haiwo yuan liang bu liao wo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109532302657477932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109532302657477932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532302657477932' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109522719725270126</id><published>2004-09-15T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:46:37.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in the library now.. hahax.. decided to fold paper cranes and hearts.. hahax. (: i'm really bored.. anne just said 'stupid' hahax.. she's such an irritating piggy.. hahax.. tiggy wiggy!! (: hahax.. ehs.. jon.. u dun jealous that i get to talk to anne horx.. hahax.. aww.. (: heehee.. dun think too much.. later cannot concentrate on studies then i noe u'll kill me.. :S anywayz.. finished lesson</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109522719725270126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109522719725270126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109522719725270126' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109515167854864772</id><published>2004-09-14T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T16:47:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-=¤ True love hears what is not spoken &amp; understands what is not explained, for love doesn't work in the mouth, nor the mind, but in the heart... ¤=-thanks for being there for me cuis :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109515167854864772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109515167854864772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515167854864772' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109497199407858231</id><published>2004-09-12T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:53:14.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>翻着我们的照片想念若隐若现去年的冬天我们笑的很甜看着你哭泣的脸对这我说再见来不及听见你已走得很远也许你已经放弃我也许已经很难回头我知道是自己错过请在给我一个理由说你不爱我就算是我不懂能不能原谅我请不要把分手当作你的请求我知道坚持要走是你受伤的借口请你回头我会陪你一直走到最后就算是没有结果我也能够承受我知道你的痛是我给的承诺你说给过我纵容沉默是因为包容如果要走请你记得我如果难过请你忘了我借口－周杰伦</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109497199407858231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109497199407858231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497199407858231' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109497124533252107</id><published>2004-09-12T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:40:45.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>为什么事情会到这个地步呢？ 我以为我还会有一个机会， 但你说你不爱我， 你要我这么做呢？我真的好希望我们可以从新开始。但是你说你已经“冷” 了，再也不想和我在一起。 我什么都不能做只能够呆呆地站在这里看这你的背景。 这个景象很不好看，这个游戏真不好完。 那次你说你不爱我，但你只是在骗我。但现在呢？ 你是否在骗我还是在说真心话？我真的不知道你心里在想些什么。我以前不知道，现在也不知道。但我知道一件是： 我是会永远地爱这你的。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109497124533252107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109497124533252107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109497124533252107' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109474226497422238</id><published>2004-09-09T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T23:04:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All my bags are pakced, I'm ready to goI'm standing here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbyeBut the dawn is breakin, its early mornThe taxi's waitin, he's blowin his hornAlready I'm so lonesome I could dieSo kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me goI'm leavin on a jet planeDon't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109474226497422238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109474226497422238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474226497422238' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109473818405945666</id><published>2004-09-09T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:56:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm shanghai sick!! sighz.. i miss shanghai man.. i really didn't expect it to be so good.. i mean.. the people there are really nice! especially my buddy and her parents.. and all the other pan yu middle school pple!! okies.. shall have a brief write-up of the trip.. here goes..day 1: went to changi airport at 9.30pm and took off for shanghai at 12.55am.. reached shanghai airport at 5.45am.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109473818405945666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109473818405945666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473818405945666' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109444928077046083</id><published>2004-09-06T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:41:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas.. i'm in china with my china host now.. at pan yu middle shool.. hhax.. their very friendly! i feel so bad.. they like gave us their uniform and we only gave them  family t-shirt and they even bought us outside gifts. bleahs.. anyways.. their really really nice.. hahas.. the trip has been good so far.. we've been to museums, hmms.. can't type everything here because i have to type it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109444928077046083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109444928077046083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109444928077046083' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109413372521450602</id><published>2004-09-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:02:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At first I was afraid, I was petrified,Kept thinkin’ I could never live without you by my side,But then I spent so many nightsthinkin’ how you did me wrong,And I grew strong, and I learned how to get along,And so you're back, from outer space,I just walked in to find you herewith that look upon your face,I should’ve changed that stupid lock,I should’ve made you leave your key,If I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109413372521450602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109413372521450602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109413372521450602' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109404613561324936</id><published>2004-09-01T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T21:53:06.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember when,we never needed each otherThe best of friends likeSister and BrotherWe understood,we'd never be,AloneThose days are gone,and I want so muchThe night is longand I need your touchDon't know what to sayI never meant to feel this wayDon't want to be alone tonightWhat can I do,to make it right?Falling so hardso fast this timeWhat did I say,what did you do?How did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109404613561324936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109404613561324936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404613561324936' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109404475165190934</id><published>2004-09-01T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:19:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 more _______ days n i can leave this place</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109404475165190934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109404475165190934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109404475165190934' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109391851709464847</id><published>2004-08-31T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:16:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas.. just had the teachers' day celebration! hahas.. then the prefects/monitors put on a perforamce that has to do with the banana song.. not lame larr.. then ah fu forever late or at wrong postion :/ hahas.. anyways.. yay! tomms n thurs is hols!! then fri i'm leaving for shanghai!! so happy hahas.. yay.. my shanghai partner is with me here.. presenting.. ANNE!!! hahas.. (: anyways.. heehee.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109391851709464847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109391851709464847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109391851709464847' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109391838834101754</id><published>2004-08-31T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T10:13:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas.. just had the teachers' day celebration! hahas.. then the prefects/monitors put on a perforamce that has to do with the banana song.. not lame larr.. then ah fu forever late or at wrong postion :/ hahas.. anyways.. yay! tomms n thurs is hols!! then fri i'm leaving for shanghai!! so happy hahas.. yay.. my shanghai partner is with me here.. presenting.. ANNE!!! hahas.. (: anyways.. heehee.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109391838834101754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109391838834101754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109391838834101754' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109371290473922136</id><published>2004-08-29T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:08:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah lao ehs.. its like 1 AM now and jie is still not back?? just now at like 12 she said that half hour more she'll be back.. now like one hour more liao lorhs.. and then she's still at clarke quay.. f*** larr.. she think i so free stay up and wait ah.. piangs.. i need to wake up early tomms to study one lorr.. still got the stupid article on the national day rally to write out.. and then got ss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109371290473922136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109371290473922136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109371290473922136' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109370512840164126</id><published>2004-08-28T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:58:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i leef os xhaelb i onnud yhw.. ebbem sti zoc i kniht taht ydobon serac.. i naem ohw lliw wnok neve fi i ekil eid ro nhtms.. i leef ladicius dna s'ereht nhtn ydobon nac od tba ti.. xhaelb og yawa i nud annaw ees ru dekcuf pu ecaf.. dnd pots gindneterp taht uoy ekil erac ro nhtms zoc i ylloj llew wonk taht uoy nud.. i suj annaw eid.. i annaw ekat kcab ym esimorp.. tub tca i ydaerla krb ti.. mi yrs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109370512840164126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109370512840164126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370512840164126' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109361115884392602</id><published>2004-08-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T20:52:38.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have often dreamedOf a far off placeWhere a hero's welcomeWould be waiting for meWhere the crowds will cheerWhen they see my faceAnd a voice keeps sayingThis is where I'm meant to beI'll be there somedayI can go the distanceI will find my wayIf I can be strongI know every mileWill be worth my whileWhen I go the distanceI'll be right where I belongDown an unknown roadTo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109361115884392602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109361115884392602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361115884392602' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109344506679368638</id><published>2004-08-25T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T22:44:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She lived a life of solitude.She lived a life in vainShe lived a life in which there wasA strong, ongoing pain.She had no friends on which to leanAnd cry her problems to.She had no friends to give her loveAnd hope and kindness, too.She thought about it day and night;She lay upon her bed.Her mind made up, she grabbed a gunAnd put it to her headJust then a ring came from the phone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109344506679368638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109344506679368638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109344506679368638' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109335344029925084</id><published>2004-08-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:26:41.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>saw this story in chicken soup for the teenage soul III and i think that it is very touching so here it is:High school didn't frighten me. Oh sure, the endless halls and hundreds of classrooms were overwhelming, but I took it in with all the pleasure of starting a new advencture. My freshman year as full of possibilities and new people. With a class of nearly two thousand newcomers, you just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109335344029925084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109335344029925084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109335344029925084' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109332655973750606</id><published>2004-08-24T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:49:19.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109332655973750606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109332655973750606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109332655973750606' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109332631876125115</id><published>2004-08-24T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:48:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm missing youGirl even thoughYou're right hereBy my side'Cause lately it seemsThe distance between usIs growing too wideI'm so afraid thatYou're saying it's overThe last thing thatI wanna hearBut if your heart's not in itfor realPlease don't try to fakeWhat you don't feelIf love's already goneIt's not fair to lead me on'Cause I would give the whole worldfor youAnything you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109332631876125115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109332631876125115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109332631876125115' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109326974112892497</id><published>2004-08-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:02:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm sorry .. i didn't mean to do it.. but.. can we just pretend it never happened? it would make things so much easier for us.. its the only output that i have.. and.. i'm sorry that i had to let you down.. i didn't want this to happen that's why i didn't say anything.. i like the people around me to be happy.. and i don't mind making sacrifices.. some may be big sacrifices.. but if it makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109326974112892497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109326974112892497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109326974112892497' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109322533733460456</id><published>2004-08-23T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:42:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We may be small but we have high hopes and big dreams. And so long as we are a little red dot in the middle of South-east Asia, let people know that we are a people who will keep on trying and never say die. And with this spirit, the future is ours to make." -PM Lee Hsien Loong, National Day Rally Speech</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109322533733460456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109322533733460456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109322533733460456' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109316930653244336</id><published>2004-08-22T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:17:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm as mild and as meekAs a mouseWhen I hear a command I obeyBut I know one spotIn my houseWhere no one can standIn my wayIn my own little cornerIn my own little chairI can be whatever I want to beOn the wings of my fancyI can fly anywhereAnd the world willOpen its arms to meI'm a young Egyptian princessOr a milkmaidI'm the greatest prima donnaIn the landI'm a heiress who has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109316930653244336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109316930653244336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109316930653244336' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109316710629208745</id><published>2004-08-22T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T17:31:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u  i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i hate u i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109316710629208745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109316710629208745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109316710629208745' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109275315956826383</id><published>2004-08-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:32:39.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmms.. been blogging like crazy lately. hahas.. shall blog about yesterday's outing with buddy.. hahas.. we went out to watch catwoman..  hahax.. we took a cab down to cine (we shared of course.. shouldn't make use of clare.. after she paid for the cab the last time.. hahax) den we realized that cine wasn't showing catwoman.. so we went to take neoprints.. which like.. er.. came out quite bad coz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109275315956826383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109275315956826383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109275315956826383' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109272248337487759</id><published>2004-08-17T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T14:01:23.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the library now wif ah gong.. i realized that i'm always in the library with her.. hahax.. if not its with cuix.. and i'm always blogging when i'm in the library.. maybe its coz i have to much time and my com at home is abit screwed... mans.. its only tuesday... want the week to quickly end.. bleahs.. want the hols to come.. bleahs... got physics test..  n i need tuition!! gonna fail have test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109272248337487759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109272248337487759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109272248337487759' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109263574603915230</id><published>2004-08-16T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:55:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yi zhan huang huang jiu jiu de dengshi jian zai pang men bu keng shengji mo xia shou hao wu fen cunbu dong de qing zhong zhi fenchen mo zhi cheng yao guo mo shengjing jing kan zhe ling chen huang hunni de shen ying,shi qu ping heng man man xia chenhei an yi zai kong zhong pan xuan, gai wang na, wo kan bu jianye xu ai zai meng de ling yi duanwu fa cun huo zai zhen shi de kong jian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109263574603915230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109263574603915230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263574603915230' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109263504469882159</id><published>2004-08-16T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:48:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the library now.. whew.. today is such a day.. hmms... think everybody needs to get things out in the open.. tensions and emotions are running high... relationships wouldn't be good if this continues on... if only things would be better before graduation? den everything would b great.. talked to afew pple jus now.. to see them in this state, really makes me xin1 tong4.. and i really dun wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109263504469882159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109263504469882159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109263504469882159' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109262681572210659</id><published>2004-08-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:27:54.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love xiaorong! heyy. oopsies. i typed ur name wrongly? aww. sorrie. :/ haha. ok. anyone out there jealous? hahaahah. -hints-        -cuis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109262681572210659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109262681572210659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109262681572210659' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109257844427593683</id><published>2004-08-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:00:44.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lols.. today is weicheng birthday party.. feel so guilty that i can't go for ur party.. anyways.. hope that you have a great party.. anyways..have physics test in 2 wks, 9 chapters of chinese and e maths... dammit.. i din even listen in class for that chapter of emaths.. dunno how i'm going to pass this paper.. man... nxt wk is not gonna be a good wk.. gonna get back 4 papers.. geog, lit, add </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109257844427593683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109257844427593683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109257844427593683' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109240548288722445</id><published>2004-08-13T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T21:58:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another day is shot and there's nthn i can do abt it.. i feel so.. unaccomplished? had add math test today and i think that it was damn friggin difficult.. i wouldn't b surprised if i failed la.. i mean, 1) we din haf enuff time 2) we were all s nervous we prob were freaked outta our wits!! and since it was the first period, we din haf time to revise at all.. sianz sia.. i can't wait for hols to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109240548288722445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109240548288722445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240548288722445' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109228087893285709</id><published>2004-08-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:21:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There was a man, a lonely manWho lost his love through his indifferenceA heart that cared, that went uncheckedUntil it died in his silenceAnd Solitaire's the only game in townAnd every road that takes him, takes him downAnd by himself, it's easy to pretendHe'll never love againAnd keeping to himself he plays the gameWithout her love it always ends the sameWhile life goes on around him</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109228087893285709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109228087893285709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228087893285709' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109228064578662023</id><published>2004-08-12T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T11:17:25.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up it was 7I waited til 11Just to figure out that no one would callI think I've got alot of friendsBut I don't hear from themWhat's another night all aloneWhen you're spending every day on your ownAnd here it goesI'm just a kidAnd life is a nightmareI'm just a kidI know that it's not fairNobody cares cuz I'm alone and the world is having more fun than meAnd maybe when the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109228064578662023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109228064578662023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109228064578662023' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109201941356416560</id><published>2004-08-09T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:35:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEVER HAD SO MUCH FUN!!hahax!! i nvr had s much fun in my entire life!! yst after YM me, shalom, joy, winnie, vanessa, celeste, Joanna, Sharleen, Shaun, Ian, Milton and Lynn went to fuji ice skating rink.. hahx.. it was supposed to b a elpis outing.. but oh wells.. the more the merrier yea.. hahax.. s winnie drove us down to jurong east.. hahax.. thanks winnie! we had to squeeze me, vanessa, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109201941356416560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109201941356416560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109201941356416560' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109180104996978789</id><published>2004-08-06T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T22:04:09.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEVER WALKED SO MUCH IN MY ENTIRE LIFEbleahs.. i've nvr walked s much in my entire life.. as u can c frm e title up there -points- anyways.. went to orchard wif anne, wendy, n winnie.. bleahs.. marian supposed to cm.. bt she din.. awws.. anyways.. thanks for the cash mans.. i'll return it to ya.. hmms.. we ended at 1045.. hahax.. den kudus helped me, anne n wendy do henna.. n i helped winnie do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109180104996978789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109180104996978789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109180104996978789' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109175900214346813</id><published>2004-08-06T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:23:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NATIONAL DAY CELEBRATIONwoohoo! got half day today.. hahax.. now having last period le.. and its only.. hmms.. 1017? yay~! s happy.. hahas.. havin eng.. (forever in the comp lab.. s gd) supposed to b doin my movie review but i already did it s who cares? yea... (: im a gd gal.. did my hw le.. bleahs.. anyways...sm pple so irritating.. always haf that stupid irritating face that just makes u </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109175900214346813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109175900214346813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109175900214346813' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109171378540079230</id><published>2004-08-05T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:49:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NATURE'S CALLINGthe clock is ticking i'm wasting awayOh what i would give for just one more daythe birds are silent, the flowers are goneits as if we're singing the same sad songI looked down the hallway, there was no one therethe cold, dark corridor wassomething i couldn't beari long to hear the birds and bees and the chattering of the treesthe way the wind blew past the branches and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109171378540079230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109171378540079230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109171378540079230' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109168545442999281</id><published>2004-08-05T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T13:57:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RACIAL HARMONY DAYbleahs.. having english now.. so sian.. gonna fall asleep... ohya... class t rox!! hahax.. thanks to 3 unity!! ur the best!! hahax... jus now had to put on a racial harmony day performance for the sec 3s n pri 5s.. s funny... me, ying, ah gong, buddy, char, tam, xinrongg, wendy neo, cheryl were supposed to put up a wedding.. yea.. den.. ya la... quite screwed up at first.. den</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109168545442999281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109168545442999281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109168545442999281' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109158921875130889</id><published>2004-08-04T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T11:13:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PATHETIC LOSERS SHOULD GET A LIFEstupid pathetic losers should go and get a life.. go and spam other people's guestbooks for no rhyme or reason.. fuck off manz.. ya! and since u have nothing better to do,  maybe you should go off n fuck other pple since u so wanna do it... asshole... and i dun care if u come n sapm me.. coz i dun even noe who the hell u are... bleahs.. this type of pple will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109158921875130889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109158921875130889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109158921875130889' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109151053141766207</id><published>2004-08-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T13:22:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GONERok.. i can promise myself that i wouldn't do very well for my piano exam.. jus got back from j8.. this is crap man.. i've been practising for like.. ages and now i went in and i was freaking nervous.. and.. the examiner didn't really help.. the sight reading he gave me had 4 flats and i kept forgetting to play D flat.. dammit.. but the aural singing of lefthand was easier then wat mr. yap </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109151053141766207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109151053141766207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109151053141766207' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109150042726276391</id><published>2004-08-03T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T10:33:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TODAY IS THE DAYbleahx.. zhen de deng bu ji lehs.. haizz... my exam will be over in about 2 hrs time.. i can't wait!! didn't go to skl today so here i am blogging.. didn't go coz i wanted to jus chill before the exam so i that i won't be so nervous... and.. yea.. so that i can practise abit more.. yes!! im gonna be free soon! free of scales, appegios, pieces, sight singing, dominant sevenths, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109150042726276391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109150042726276391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150042726276391' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109111295519542118</id><published>2004-07-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:55:55.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day after day, time pass awayAnd I just can't get you off my mindNobody nows I hide it insideI keep on searching but I can't findThe courage to show, to letting you knowI've never felt so much love beforeAnd once again I'm thinking about,taking the easy way out. But if I let you go, I will never knowWhat my life would be holding you close to meWill I ever see, you smiling back at me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109111295519542118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109111295519542118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111295519542118' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109111272252152872</id><published>2004-07-29T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:52:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COUNTDOWN: 5 MORE DAYS i'm so super tired.. haven't been sleeping well the past few days.. always try and sleep quite early.. but even tho i fall asleep, i dun sleep well.. wake up in the morning even more tired then i was the night before.. y? i just want a gd slp for once.. 5 more days to piano exam.. damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn... wanna die... s.. i don't know.. drained? tired? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109111272252152872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109111272252152872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109111272252152872' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109090817716914488</id><published>2004-07-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:56:39.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you're not theo ne then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all I never know what the future brings But I know you are here with me now We'll make it through And I hope you are the one I share my life with I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109090817716914488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109090817716914488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090817716914488' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109090724044454252</id><published>2004-07-27T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T13:50:24.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that person?  Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real weaklings and most succeptible?  Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need some one to protect them?  Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you,Sorry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109090724044454252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109090724044454252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109090724044454252' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109084850003345054</id><published>2004-07-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T21:28:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COUNTDOWN: 8 MORE DAYS dammit.. time is passing so quickly.. only 8 more days to my piano exam.. been practising like shit but.. no use? sianz- really hope i pass.. dun wanna have to repeat this grade.. bleahx.. anywayz.. went to clare's house with diana today coz we had to do some grp movie review so we had to watch the same movie so we watched peter pan.. lols.. me n diana went crazy half-way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109084850003345054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109084850003345054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084850003345054' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109066314545018981</id><published>2004-07-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:59:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER LIFETIME..10 more daysand yet another week is spent with no meaning in it.. i feel that time passes too quickly.. life's a rollercoaster.. before u noe it, the ride is over.. everything is just spinning around and you can't stop to see whats actually around you.. always moving, everlasting.. cuixheya dearie.. thanks for being there (: appreciate it -hugs- rongg loves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109066314545018981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109066314545018981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066314545018981' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109066277430564661</id><published>2004-07-24T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:52:54.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS SO COLD IN HERE life's gone cold   no meaning   the darkness is all around  i feel like leaving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109066277430564661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109066277430564661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066277430564661' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109050187422457696</id><published>2004-07-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:11:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NUMB I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless Lost under the surface I don't know what you're expecting of me Put under the pressure Of walking in your shoes [Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow] Every step that I take is another mistake to you I've Become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired So much more aware I'm becoming this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109050187422457696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109050187422457696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109050187422457696' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109024445644022576</id><published>2004-07-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:55:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll be your dream, i'll be your wish, i'll be your fantasy I'll be your hope, i'll be your love, be everything that you need I"ll love you more with every breath Tuly Madly Deeply Do I will be strong, I will be faithful Coz I'm counting on   A new beginning A reason for living A deeper meaning (yeah)   I want to stand with you on a mountain I want to bath with you in the sea I wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109024445644022576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109024445644022576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109024445644022576' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109004706896076433</id><published>2004-07-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T14:51:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMETHING ABOUT YOU I don’t know where to beginI don’t know how to get out there to see youI don’t know where to dig in.I don’t know how to get in there…to feel you It’s been to long and I’m about to be in time for meIt’s been to long and I’m in time Baby there’s something about you thatI can hold on toI’m going to hold on to thatBaby there’s something about you thatI can hold on to I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109004706896076433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109004706896076433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109004706896076433' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-109004589399946059</id><published>2004-07-17T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T14:51:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>xiao shi hou, ai wan qiao qiao ban, yi gao yi di, wu you yu lu. shen hou ye shi yi yang, gao gao di di, qi fu bu ding. zhong shi xiang xing zai ren shen zui di chao shi, you ge ren hui zuo zai qiao qiao ban de ling yi duan, pan ni du guo, rang ni yong yuan bu hui gu dan...   qihang 2004, shen huo qiao qiao ban one of the most meaningful performances i've been to. although me and xinyi were abit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109004589399946059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/109004589399946059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109004589399946059' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108981207499674905</id><published>2004-07-14T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:34:34.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i talked to you again today.. felt so happy when i heard your voice on the other end of the line.. but.. felt that it was a very strained conversation.. it's been a long time since i last talked to you.. and.. i meant to call you earlier.. then now i don't know whether its too late.. mebbe it is but i hope not.. feel so lost.. nothing seems to be going rite.. i'm sorry if i ever made u sad in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108981207499674905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108981207499674905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981207499674905' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108963958768810697</id><published>2004-07-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:39:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Kiss From A Rose"There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.You became the light on the dark side of me.Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.But did you know,That when it snows,My eyes become large andThe light that you shine can be seen.Baby,I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey.Ooh,The more I get of you,Stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963958768810697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963958768810697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963958768810697' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108963844506906872</id><published>2004-07-12T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:20:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard your voiceThe peaceful soundI heard your voiceA gentle soundI heard your voiceA whisper in my earI heard your voiceHow it seemed so dearI heard your voiceThe memories stirredI heard your voiceto lose it, I fearI heard your voiceyour new found lifeI heard your voiceI heard my liesI heard your voiceThe lvoe you gaveI heard your voicepounding in my headI heard your voice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963844506906872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963844506906872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963844506906872' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108963833228790220</id><published>2004-07-12T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:18:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. yesterday was youth sunday and rev alvin chan came to speak to us about "no common song". the sermon really sent the kaleidoscope of memories reeling back in time when it was at that time of my life. the cake smashing, the breaking could-be-success and the making of useless people.. and now i'm here. it pains me to think that i'm here right now and so many of my friends are not with me. at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963833228790220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108963833228790220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963833228790220' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108955629328263188</id><published>2004-07-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:31:33.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arghz.. hate physics hate physics hate physics.. who hates physics? i hate physics.. bleahx.. studying stupid physics now.. have a test tomorrow.. really hope i don't fail.. if not it'll pull my whole average down and there goes my grades.. down down down all the way.. ARGHS.. so sleepy.. had to wake up so early this morning because xx had to be in church by 7.30 and when we reached there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108955629328263188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108955629328263188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955629328263188' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108884478308977997</id><published>2004-07-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T16:53:03.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ai xiang yi zhen fengchui wan ta jiu zouzhe yang de jie zoushui dou wu ke nai hemei you ni yi houwo ling hun shi konghei yun zai jiang luowo bei ta tuo zhe zoujing jing qiao qiao mo mo li kaixian ru le wei xian bian yuan baby~wo de shi jie yi kuang feng bao yuai qing lai de tai kuai jiu xiang long quan fengli bu kai bao feng quan lai bu ji taowo bu neng zai xiangwo bu neng zai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108884478308977997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108884478308977997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108884478308977997' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108877668661261517</id><published>2004-07-02T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T21:58:06.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ni shuo wo xiang yi ge xiao haizong ai rang ni caiwo shuo ni cai xiang ge xiao haizong yao wo shuo cai ming baiyou xie shi tai kuaishi qu liao deng daizhang aimei liao qi daiwo men de aizen me cai zi ranmei ci gou tong bu laijiu yao li kaijiu shuo bu yao aiwo diao jin ai qing xuan yadie tai shen pa bu chu laixia jiang de su du tai kuailai bu ji ta shang wei laini de ai fan fu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108877668661261517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108877668661261517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877668661261517' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108877656405516966</id><published>2004-07-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T21:58:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cheng zhe fengyou dang zai lan tian bianyi pian yun diao luo zai wo mian qiannie cheng ni de xing zhuangsui feng gen zhe woyi kou yi kou chi diao you chouzai zhe nifang fu zai zhe yang guangbu guan dao na li dou shi qing tianhu die zi zai feihua ye bu man tianyi duo yi duo yin ni er xiangshi tu rang xi yang fei xiangdai ling ni wo huan rao da zi ranying zhe fengkai shi gong du mei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108877656405516966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108877656405516966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108877656405516966' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108868562254584235</id><published>2004-07-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T20:40:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why? why must things turn out this way? i didn't want for things to be like that.. you have to believe me.. this goes out to you.. hope you read this.. you will know what i'm talking about.. wo ai ni and I always will.. i hope that you will believe me.. please say that you do.. don't ignore me anymore.. i won't be able to take it.. i want to believe what you say.. give me a chance to believe you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108868562254584235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108868562254584235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108868562254584235' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108859888380923562</id><published>2004-06-30T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:39:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is just so.. so.. tiring.. didn't really do much, except that i had the chem test today and it wasn't say a killer but i made quite afew careless mistakes.. this chem test is the only one that i studied so hard for.. if i don't pass, i'll.. erm.. well.. we'll talk about that after i find out whether i pass or not.. fell asleep during physics as it was the first period if not i would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108859888380923562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108859888380923562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859888380923562' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108859829208404566</id><published>2004-06-30T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:24:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>24/6/2004, thursdaywent out with cuix today to watch a movie!! hahax.. met her at 1030 sia.. so early.. hahax.. went to cine to buy POOH for her huahui fren.. can't remember her name.. think its phoebe.. yea.. then we went to take neoprints.. and cuix 'boxed' me.. so painful (: after that we decided not to eat lunch and just buy food to eat in the cinema.. had popcorn, nachos and wedges and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108859829208404566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108859829208404566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859829208404566' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108808426006958289</id><published>2004-06-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T16:35:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The day that I had turned awayWas the day I made my big mistakeThe treasures kept in the skies aboveWaited for me in heavenly loveAnd the day I turned away,The angels wept and the skies turned grey.I walked straight into the lion's denMy life was hanging by the thread when,Suddenly I felt cold and so aloneMy friend told me this battle is not my ownThe treasures are waiting in the skies</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108808426006958289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108808426006958289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808426006958289' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108808378165686774</id><published>2004-06-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T21:45:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realised that i don't want alot in life.. i just want something that i can hold on to.. something that i can call mine.. i know it sounds selfish, but everything i have doesn't really belong to me.. Though there are certain things that i want, i never really have it.. coz to tell you the truth if someone else close to me wanted the same thing, i'll give it to them no matter how much i may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108808378165686774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108808378165686774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108808378165686774' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108735879742892541</id><published>2004-06-16T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T12:06:50.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> came back from church camp yst.. it was really fun.. really bonded with lotsa pple (: hahax.. made new frens too... hmmx.. many things happened during the camp and i thank God that it did if not, i wld still b livin in the past and i wun b able to move on.. i've tried to live a new life with new beginnings.. but.. sometimes its just too difficult and i have conformed to the ways of the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108735879742892541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108735879742892541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735879742892541' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108735878894809787</id><published>2004-06-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T12:06:28.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> came back from church camp yst.. it was really fun.. really bonded with lotsa pple (: hahax.. made new frens too... hmmx.. many things happened during the camp and i thank God that it did if not, i wld still b livin in the past and i wun b able to move on.. i've tried to live a new life with new beginnings.. but.. sometimes its just too difficult and i have conformed to the ways of the world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108735878894809787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108735878894809787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108735878894809787' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108661286463918957</id><published>2004-06-07T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:54:24.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes this house feels like a prisonThat I just can't leave behindThere's so many rules I gotta followCuz you can't let goI don't wanna hear itAnd I just can't believe itAll the stupid things you say, butOne dayI won't take this anymoreOne dayI'll be old enoughTo do what I want toAnd I won't have to run awayAnd you won't be there to say I'm not allowed toOne daySometimes I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108661286463918957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108661286463918957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hyperr.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108661286463918957' title=''/><author><name>_.:*'^~`evils`~^'*:._</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16144979028767287272</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5941107.post-108644785061295794</id><published>2004-06-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:29:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh manz.. startin of the day din rilly go well.. at first i had to rush for trng.. in e end i was 3 mins early.. den after that trng din rilly go v well either.. den had to go for piano and i cldn't play myy scales.. dn think i'll do v well for exams.. den i was s tired frm trng i fell aslp while xuan was havin her lesson.. den jus nua-ed e rest of e day and at night went for the nanyang girls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108644785061295794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5941107/posts/default/108644785061295794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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