<?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-5929828</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:46:40.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paper heart. vulnerable</title><subtitle type='html'>paper heart. please just don't play with me. my paper heart will bleed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blogger</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5929828.post-108349371119066418</id><published>2004-05-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:32:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came backk frm church and shopping.went to buy birthday presents, you see.thts so nice of me kae.so many people are born in may. wahaha.amy. felicia. felissa. cheryl goh. cheryl yeo. jia rui. and ME!!but of course im not so silly to buy a present for myself.hahas. tht will be totally silly if i buy one for myself.im gonna go totally broke okay.such a sadd thing.im chatting with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108349371119066418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108349371119066418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108349371119066418' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108339928566238853</id><published>2004-05-01T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T16:19:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lets blogg bout ystd.i actually did blogg kae.but the post got deleated accidently.arghh. so annoying.ystd was the english papers.guess everything was fine, maybe except for the composition.arghh, i might have screwed it up.i was supposed to write bout a special gift.but halfway thru, i didnt noe how to continue.so i switched to another topic.i wrote the continous writing one.smth to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108339928566238853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108339928566238853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339928566238853' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108333559633210220</id><published>2004-04-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T22:37:34.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee !maths tuition just ended.and im free agn (freedom).lols. i can solve most of the maths equations,under the supervision of my tutor.whats the point then?but at least i can solve them.after all, i understand those stupid laws alr.happily. im a happy happy girrl.lalalaa.theres run tmr at the nie track.for sec1 and 2s.i really hope tht moree ppl will attend, and be on time.after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess.nothing much to study for tht though.i just cross my fingers and hope tht i can rmb the format for formal letter.then i'll be quite safe.ohs wells.the rest of ther </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108323595835833937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108323595835833937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_29_archive.html#108323595835833937' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108316019943976921</id><published>2004-04-28T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:54:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boohoo.just reached hme.went to the visit the doctor.cause ive got a swollen toe.and i can walk properly.i dunno whats up with my silly toe.it just start to swell up ystd.i dun even noe whats happening to it.and i got worst today.i had no choice but to see the doctor, which i totally dreads.the clinic smells yucky. eekksss.i actually wore my sch shoes to sch this morning.but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108316019943976921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108316019943976921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_28_archive.html#108316019943976921' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108307433246789377</id><published>2004-04-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:03:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.i just woke up frm sleep.im not studying.mm, okayss.maybe i shld say: im not studying yet.i dun seem to be getting into the mugg-till-i-die mood yet.i cant seem to focus on the preperations for my exams.and im lost somewhere, which i dunno where.im thinking of rubbish and i dunno what to do.i dunno what im doing.i think im dwelling into the past,im thinking of all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108307433246789377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108307433246789377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_27_archive.html#108307433246789377' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108297508349737627</id><published>2004-04-26T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:28:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.today's a tired day.i feel so sleepy throughout the whole day.i guess i didnt haf enough sleep.and enough food.i felt damn drained after p.e today.before p.e, i had morning run in the before assembly.all hockey girrls has to run, you see.no escaping.cause tournament is coming, right after the mids.and we much needed to train moree on our physical and stamina.okayss. lets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108297508349737627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108297508349737627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_26_archive.html#108297508349737627' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108289737954045057</id><published>2004-04-25T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:54:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's two songs we sang during church service today,tht preetty touched me.the first song is called:He will carry youThere is no problem too bigGod cannot solve itThere is no mountain too tallHe cannot move itThere is no storm too darkGod cannot calm itThere is no sorrow too deepHe cannot soothe it* If He carried the weight of the worldUpon His shoulderI know my brother that He </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108289737954045057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108289737954045057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108289737954045057' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108289663327388398</id><published>2004-04-25T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:42:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whee !!its sunday today.went to church (like duh)gg to church every sunday is the normal routine.i find it wierd not going to church.eh, i dun mean following the same routine agn and agn.i wasnt forced to attend church every sunday.but i willing attend it with a thanksgiving heart everyweek.in fact, church has been great support for me till this point.my pastor, my teachers, my mentors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108289663327388398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108289663327388398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108289663327388398' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108281161133075743</id><published>2004-04-24T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T21:04:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im bored.charissaaa`s BOREDtoday's a BORING day.i got nothing to blogg.i feel like crap now.my life is in a mess.a total mess.fuck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108281161133075743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108281161133075743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_24_archive.html#108281161133075743' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108272842497811905</id><published>2004-04-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T21:57:53.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boohoo.todayy was preetty much worser than yesterday.got back my maths test.and i flung it once agn (as usual).i did horriblely. eekksss.ohs wells.theres got to be moree to life.i shant bored overr tht.i shall just try harder.yeppers.i skipped music lesson today, together with:alyssa. brenda. joanne. michelle and kylie. yupp.cause we went to help ms ng with the speech day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108272842497811905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108272842497811905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_23_archive.html#108272842497811905' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108263746771993944</id><published>2004-04-22T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:41:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.todayy is quite a happy day for me.havent reallyy been so happy for quite a longg time.few reasons whyy charissaaa`s feeling so happy today.-she scored 23/25 for herr sci test.-she knew most of the ans to herr history test.-she only ate a light lunch and nth else.-she went for hockey trng.-she didnt gt tempted by brenda, carolyn and ruth to eat macs (she just stared at them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108263746771993944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108263746771993944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_22_archive.html#108263746771993944' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108263744268754254</id><published>2004-04-22T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T20:41:29.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.todayy is quite a happy day for me.havent reallyy been so happy for quite a longg time.few reasons whyy charissaaa`s feeling so happy today.-she scored 23/25 for herr sci test.-she knew most of the ans to herr history test.-she only ate a light lunch and nth else.-she went for hockey trng.-she didnt gt tempted by brenda, carolyn and ruth to eat macs (she just stared at them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108263744268754254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108263744268754254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_22_archive.html#108263744268754254' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108254941835069758</id><published>2004-04-21T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T20:14:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im beatt.todayy was a longg day in sch.sch ended at 2.15pm as usual.was supposed to haf maths supplementry.but it was cancelled.so we went to do our art work.we so had to complete it by todayy.cause the deadline was tmr morning.everyone was rushing the hell out of themselves.and smth damn funny and stupid happened.cyber lodge was in a total greatt mess.everyone was talking and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108254941835069758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108254941835069758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_21_archive.html#108254941835069758' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108238368475579714</id><published>2004-04-19T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T22:12:08.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God's grace puts me in awesome wonderr.sometimes i wonder if im walking alone in the dark.sometimes i wonder if im falling into a dark hole.sometimes i wonder if no one understands me.sometimes i wonder if no one cares bout me.sometimes i wonder if i could just die the next moment.sometimes i feel so lost.i feel tht my world is falling.i feel tht my life is worthless.i feel tht life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108238368475579714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108238368475579714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_19_archive.html#108238368475579714' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108229547612772552</id><published>2004-04-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:41:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rightio.todayy was preettyy bad.woke up with a sore throat.was feeling reallyy dehydrated in the morning.but i guess im fine now.thank god. i thought i was dying.ohs wells.im reallyy happy with myself.cause at least i did smth constructive.i didnt waste my time away.i did 2 chpts of history notes kaes.whaha. it was under the influence of carolyn though.but i did it myself.which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108229547612772552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108229547612772552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108229547612772552' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108220541241563260</id><published>2004-04-17T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:40:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on lovee`some people think tht lovee is blind,but i think lovee is beautiful.everything and everyone can feel lovee.birds, humans and animals-all living creatures needs lovee.lovee is the sweetest thing.lovee is smth tht is beyond descriptions of words.lovee can be anything you want it to be.lovee makes the world go round.lovee can hurt too.lovee means letting someone you lovee go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220541241563260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220541241563260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_17_archive.html#108220541241563260' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108220540913413200</id><published>2004-04-17T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:40:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on lovee`some people think tht lovee is blind,but i think lovee is beautiful.everything and everyone can feel lovee.birds, humans and animals-all living creatures needs lovee.lovee is the sweetest thing.lovee is smth tht is beyond descriptions of words.lovee can be anything you want it to be.lovee makes the world go round.lovee can hurt too.lovee means letting someone you lovee go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220540913413200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220540913413200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_17_archive.html#108220540913413200' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108220503519211696</id><published>2004-04-17T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:34:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found this somewhere.and i found it quite cutee.it might sound contridicting.but heree it goes`teenagers.they waer clothes too tightt.they wear clothes too bigg.they have funky hairstyles.i think they need a wig.they're allowed to stay out.they're allowed to make out.they're allowed to wear clothes.they're allowed to hang out.they're allowed to have boyfriends.they're allowed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220503519211696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220503519211696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_17_archive.html#108220503519211696' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108220476183258608</id><published>2004-04-17T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T20:30:02.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been feeling reallyy down for the past week.i dunno whyy im feeling this wayy.nothing reallyy bad has happened.but i feel damn sadd now.maybe im being silly.mid yrs are coming soon.in a short month's time.and im still in the play-my-life-awayy mood.and i havent switched to the mugg-like-madd mood.though i noe the consequences i'll get, if i do badly.cause ive promise so many ppl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220476183258608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108220476183258608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_17_archive.html#108220476183258608' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108203465068870577</id><published>2004-04-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T21:14:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>godmusthafspentalilmoreetimeonyou*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108203465068870577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108203465068870577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_15_archive.html#108203465068870577' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108195166072008736</id><published>2004-04-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:11:37.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.i think im gonna die todayy.cause i got so much assignments.and i havent like reallyy started on them.and the worst thing is.all those work tht havent been done are alr overdued.for like so many days. and even weeks.dammit.i think its time i get started with all my work.cause its alr april. its gonna be may soon.and tht means. time files.four months has been gone.and ive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108195166072008736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108195166072008736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_14_archive.html#108195166072008736' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108186221180799384</id><published>2004-04-13T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T21:20:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rightio.sch started out prettehh well.but it was reallyy bad towards the end.very very very bad.and i reallyy mean very BAD. :(we sort of had some stupid quarell.cause we were all in a foul mood.and charissaaa was pmsing like crazyy.at tht exact time.how 'exact' can tht be.crap.so now i understand what all of you haf thought of me.now i noe tht everything was actually a bluff.its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108186221180799384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108186221180799384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_13_archive.html#108186221180799384' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108177832178952808</id><published>2004-04-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:02:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive been fighting my feelings.ive been holding my tears backk.i never wanted any tear to fall.but now i think its time to let them go.alrightt.i shall try to be positive.but i reallyy need to let my tears go.so i shall go and cryy now.ithurtstoomuchthaticantfeelit`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108177832178952808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108177832178952808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_12_archive.html#108177832178952808' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108168785389258360</id><published>2004-04-11T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:55:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im getting panda eyes.a lil pimple breakouts.and its bad hairr dayy.and that means. a vry vry bad thing.charissaaa` is pmsing.eekksss.it can get reallyy bad if she starts pmsing.eh. actually not reallyy larh.charissaaa pms-es half of herr life.does it makes a difference now that she's pmsing?nononoo. it doesnt.she is still as sweettt and nicee as everr. rightt?so all you ppl shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108168785389258360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108168785389258360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108168785389258360' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108160234005655430</id><published>2004-04-10T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T21:10:57.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything was a lil last minute todayy.meeting ailin was last minute.going to carolyn's church was last minute.and many other last minute stuffs.everything was last minute.uhh. and after coming hme.its even moree boringg.and the worst thing is.im starting my maths tuition tmr.in church. after praise and worship.im gonna haf maths tuition.this is getting damn crazyy.ohs wells.its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108160234005655430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108160234005655430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_10_archive.html#108160234005655430' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108151668472247840</id><published>2004-04-09T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:21:54.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lets try to be holy todayy.ohs wells.its good friday today.its the day that jesus christ died.for sinners like us.on the old rugged cross.three days frm now.will be easter sundayy.which is the day that jesus christ resurected.but thats three days awayy.so yeahh.god loves me.god loves you.god loves everyone.heree i go`jesus loves all lil children.all the children of the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108151668472247840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108151668472247840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_09_archive.html#108151668472247840' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108134450054639845</id><published>2004-04-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T21:32:07.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.im oohhs-sooo-superr-BORED.and my legg hurtss.lalalalalalalalalalalalalalaa =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108134450054639845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108134450054639845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_07_archive.html#108134450054639845' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108125750232766930</id><published>2004-04-06T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:22:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im not getting enough sleep this days.i dunno why sleeping so much.cause me not to get enough sleep.and if sleeping moree makes me moree tired.then why shld i even sleep moree.my life is turning upside down.and i dunno when to catch my sleep backk.and i always tends to get tired and sleepy during lessons.thats the worst part.and its especially during maths lesson.when mr ng goes too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108125750232766930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108125750232766930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_06_archive.html#108125750232766930' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108116809127164909</id><published>2004-04-05T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:31:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs wells.sch haven been greatt or anything.in fact its getting even worst now.arghh. and i cant stand it anymore.things haf gotten preetty complicated and deep as well.and now that i reaslised it.('the staff room is oohhh-sooo-small.')and even mdn zuraida can ask me wadd happened.i guessed it has become a bigg thing.now that it has spreaded thru the staff room.haix. since it has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108116809127164909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108116809127164909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_05_archive.html#108116809127164909' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108108950289477661</id><published>2004-04-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:42:05.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boohoo.haven been blogging for 2 days?but i tink ive settled most of everything.yeahh. i tink so. moree of less.and i feel sooo much betterr now.and dis is to ailin.stop calling me barbie.and its barbie. not babi.understand.-laughs out loudd.`imabarbiegirrl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108108950289477661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108108950289477661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108108950289477661' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108091058877846350</id><published>2004-04-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:00:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things are getting preetty deep now.and now that i realised it.everything is getting complicated.and its like implicating everyone.its getting too deep in heree.alrightt. its all my fault.everything is all my fault.my fault. my fault.charisaa's fault. herr fault.grr. just hope that everything gets settled.and that it'll stop inplicating others.and im reallyy sry bout that.(if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108091058877846350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108091058877846350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_02_archive.html#108091058877846350' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108082691433476302</id><published>2004-04-01T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:45:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrightt. was complaining bout trngs and stuffs yesterday.crazyy me. stupid me. silly me.it'll be a long time when you can start hearing my complain bout trngs again.and i tink i'll miss complaining bout having too much trngs.cause. its time i put a lil stop to my hockey trngs.just for the time being.prolly bout a month or so.until my grades gets betterr.i so didnt want to let go.i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108082691433476302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108082691433476302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082691433476302' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108073627969514608</id><published>2004-03-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T20:37:09.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im totally wore out.frm yesterday's trng.and all the past weeks trngs we've had.im damn tired. im beatt.those trngs are reallyy killing me.all the trngs.all the running.all the hitting.all the pushing.all the sweeping.all the everything.arghh.i think i'll die soon at the rate im going.i haven been getting enough slp.and i dun haf the time to catch it backk.trying catch them backk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108073627969514608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108073627969514608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_31_archive.html#108073627969514608' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108065019929678598</id><published>2004-03-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T20:42:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im totally beat.damn tired now.trng today was total hell.and i really mean hell.we were all slacking.and we pissed mr bulb off after quite some time.and he made us runn like madd.do sit-ups. push-ups. bla bla.damn irritating.and poor me.was hafing some fcuking gastric.and he still made me runn.crap. and i just puked.bleahh.mr bulb can get really annoyed.and he can get really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108065019929678598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108065019929678598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_30_archive.html#108065019929678598' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108056226194658414</id><published>2004-03-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:14:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyas. dis blogg entry will be short.cause i got nth much to blogg about.and im reallyy sleepy.i need to catch my slp backk.haven been hafing enough slp for weeks.and i didnt haf enough time to catch dem all backk.thats why im falling aslp in class everyday.though i dont want to.uhh. yeahh. heard frm ms wong.ms cecilia wong.that she'll be backk on wed for a visit.she says we all dao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108056226194658414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108056226194658414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_29_archive.html#108056226194658414' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108039706912648960</id><published>2004-03-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T22:21:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyoss.todayy's a crazyy day.and a bored dayy too.went to townn.was supposed to play lan in townn.but i objected due to some reasons.and in the end.we went to catch a movie.and stupid brenda suggested.to watch the eye two.so the all-freaked-out us.went to watch the eye 2.sasha was disturbing me thru the whole show.irritating girrl. made me even moree scared.hehh. but after all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108039706912648960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108039706912648960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108030772344317460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108030772344317460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_26_archive.html#108030772344317460' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-108004493056807941</id><published>2004-03-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T20:33:00.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love is short. but forgetting is long.a broken heart is a heart that has felt love.to live life without you is to live life without love.if you love someone. let it go. if it comes back to you it was truly meant to be.deep in my heart. im suffering. knowing that ive lost you. on the outside. im living. pretending that ive forgotten you.my heart only fought for what it wanted. now my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108004493056807941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/108004493056807941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_23_archive.html#108004493056807941' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107996302239919647</id><published>2004-03-22T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:48:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>but ure still living in my dreams.ure always with me.ive got you where i want you to be.imissyeww*++</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107996302239919647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107996302239919647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_22_archive.html#107996302239919647' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107996171672620751</id><published>2004-03-22T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T21:25:21.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arghh. i can fcuking stand frendsterr.its sooo superr lagg. sooo damn slow.everything is taking ages to load.sucks.its the first day of term two.as usual. sch was crazyy and noisyy.but i tink it rockk.its good to backk in sch againn. (lols)charisaa has gone insane.she actually thought tat it was good to be backk in sch again.thats a surprise of a century. hehh.thats bigg newss. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107996171672620751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107996171672620751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_22_archive.html#107996171672620751' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107987869712960140</id><published>2004-03-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T22:21:40.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and im still trying to get overr you*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107987869712960140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107987869712960140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107987869712960140' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107979482264976444</id><published>2004-03-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T23:06:15.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo hoo.im still feeling badd todayy.vry vry badd.and superr sadd.i dunno wadd im doing.im having a backache.cause i piggyback madeline.cause she was injured.and couldnt walk.oh wellss. had trng in the morning.and we trained wif the RI boyss.played some crappy match wif dem.and we lost. (as usual)how can girrls play wif boyss.its just. puree madness.crazyy. madd. and insanee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107979482264976444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107979482264976444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_20_archive.html#107979482264976444' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107969764672768067</id><published>2004-03-19T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T20:04:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this songg nvr fails to make me cryy.it so fitted into my life now.gareth gates.say it isnt so.skies are darkit's time for rainfinal callyou board the trainheading for tomorrowi wave goodbye to yesterdayswipe the tears, you hide your faceblinded by the sorrowhow can I be smiling like beforewhen baby you don't love me anymore?say it isn't sotell me you're not leavingsay you've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107969764672768067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107969764672768067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_19_archive.html#107969764672768067' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107969730041907305</id><published>2004-03-19T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:59:37.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimess in life.isnt all we thought how perfect it will be.everything comes to an end.nth last foreverr though we want it to.maybe an end is betterr for both of us.it reallyy hurts to let you go.but ive promised you tat one day.if i really hafta let you go.i will. though it hurts.letting you go is just like.ripping away a part of myself.but i noe i'll get overr it. all i need is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107969730041907305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107969730041907305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107944307076684080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107944307076684080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_16_archive.html#107944307076684080' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107935763268990706</id><published>2004-03-15T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:37:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo hoo =)dinner today was mr tan's treat.and guessed wadd.we ate at marche.hehh. and poor mr tan paid for everything.hahas. it was damn funny.mr tan was supposed to do a research on us.students who are active in sch.but. not too good in their studies.and we were the so called 'luckyy' group of students.who somehow fitted into dis category.okayss. maybe not too luckyy.cause. mr tan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107935763268990706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107935763268990706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_15_archive.html#107935763268990706' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107918720727231973</id><published>2004-03-13T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:16:39.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrightt. im backk blogging.i shall blogg bout the camp now.camp was actually okay.everything is good.just except for the bunks.the bunks are really horrible.dey're small and scary.and the bunk my class was in is at the third storey.which just really suck.the white board are scribbled wif lots of scary words.like. 'if you smell wadd' dunno wadd.and there were all trees outside the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107918720727231973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107918720727231973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_13_archive.html#107918720727231973' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107915495956911958</id><published>2004-03-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T13:19:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just came backk frm efl camp.and im sooo tired. and sleepy.im gonna slp now. i shall blogg later bout the camp.so yeahh.-hugss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107915495956911958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107915495956911958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_13_archive.html#107915495956911958' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107892605424509446</id><published>2004-03-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:44:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohs lalalaaa.im in such a good mood now.if yeww ask me anything.i tink i'll just agree to it. hahas.tats how happyy i am now.mm. daddy didnt confiscate my hp in the end.he scolded me a lil. and gave me blackface.but in the end. he told me sry.i tink he's reallyy sadd tat he scolded me.it makes me feel bad too.esp wen he msg me tat he was sry.hehh. my daddy is superr cutee.mood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107892605424509446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107892605424509446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_10_archive.html#107892605424509446' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107883668282165971</id><published>2004-03-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:54:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sighs. my hp bill for last month came.and i fcuking bombed it.ohs dammit. mummy and daddy are both superr pissed.haix. and dey dowan to hear my explaination.dey dun even want to hear wad ive to say.and i dun see how i can explain everything.but i can see tat dey're very pissed wif me.dey deliberately didnt talk to me. damn.alrightt. i noe dis is my fault. its my fault.my fault. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107883668282165971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107883668282165971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_09_archive.html#107883668282165971' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107875197833931461</id><published>2004-03-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:22:43.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just reached hme and had a bath.now i feel so much betterr.was like freaking cold just now.and its raining like crazyy.and ive dis damn sore throat.which hurts wen i talk.and it seem to get worst.and now i sound damn stupid.oohhh wells.if i dun get well.i dunno if im going for the efl camp.but i'll be missing a hell load of funn.haix. or maybe i shld just go.and be a sick and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107875197833931461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107875197833931461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_08_archive.html#107875197833931461' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107866314380687687</id><published>2004-03-07T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:42:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im feelingg damn shagg.im down running a highh feverr.the highest pnt just nw was like.erm 38.9 degrees?i was practically burning at tat time.but it amazinglyy subsided alott.its like. onlyy 37.6 now?isnt it much beterr now?uhh. tats all for now.dun really haf the mood to blogg.and im feeling brokenn.arghh. i dunno y.but it just feel so.and yeahh. im gonna bath now.the fourth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107866314380687687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107866314380687687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107866314380687687' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107857745072741285</id><published>2004-03-06T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:54:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells.im feeling totally shagg now.i feel sickk. and cold?im having a freaking sore throat.and a slightt headache.arghh. i just drank the medince.and i tastee sooo yuckyy.though it was like in pinkk.but awww. bleahh.it taste so bad. horrible. sucks.alrighttts. i shall just go and slp now.im tiredd. and yeahh.but i'll be backk onlinee.but maybe laterr.*yawnss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107857745072741285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107857745072741285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_06_archive.html#107857745072741285' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107849632295410206</id><published>2004-03-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:21:44.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was such a uneventful dayy.so manyy bad stuffs happened.first is my damn results.den the hockey matchh.haix. we could haf won yuhua.if nt of the damn fcuking empire.who's sooo damn bias against us.and gave den like sox or seven short corners.all at one time. crazyy idiot.and so we lost.but. im really proud of the seniors.dey played really well.dey kept tryingg till the end.but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107849632295410206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107849632295410206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_05_archive.html#107849632295410206' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107831975164837536</id><published>2004-03-03T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:18:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohh dammit.i screwed my first term up.and it really suck.maybee everthing is bad.exceptt for. histiory. eng. and lit.but overall. it suck.haix. okayss. in fact.i tink i can onlyy blame myself.cause i didnt studyy and tryy hard enuff.im gonna start to mugg alreadyy.ive promise myselff.tat dis is the last time im gonna screw any exams.yeahh. and im gonna studyy hard noww.ive got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107831975164837536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107831975164837536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_03_03_archive.html#107831975164837536' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107797674448608079</id><published>2004-02-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T22:01:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo hoo =) i like dis songg.gareth gates. say it isnt so.skies are dark, it's time for rainfinal call, you board the trainheading for tomorrowi wave goodbye to yesterdayswipe the tears, you hide your faceblinded by the sorrowhow can I be smiling like beforewhen baby you don't love me anymoresay it isn't sotell me you're not leavingsay you've changed your mind nowthat I am only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107797674448608079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107797674448608079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_28_archive.html#107797674448608079' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107797106304186156</id><published>2004-02-28T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:27:16.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todayy is suchh a boring day :(i stayed at home the whole day.to mugg for the damn history test.hahas. and ive written.eight pages of history notes.and i only finish covering.chapts 4 and 5.i still got like 3 moree chapts to go!?and tats totally crazyy.haix. i really really need history notes.and nicole haven emailed me any yett.she promised she's email it to me by todayy.but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107797106304186156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107797106304186156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_28_archive.html#107797106304186156' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107780277964504685</id><published>2004-02-26T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:42:29.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoo hoo =)dere's sooo muchh to blog todayy.todayy was stc vs west spring.the seniors played well.we won. 9-0.but bubu didnt play.hahas. she got stitches and couldn't playy.but everyone played well.and it was a happy gamee.hahas. the most funny thing is.sngs was suppose to play wif fajar after us.and both of their jerseys were whitee.and. something funny happened.dey borrowed our</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107780277964504685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107780277964504685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_26_archive.html#107780277964504685' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107762963313910865</id><published>2004-02-24T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:36:40.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoo hoo =) common test is coming. and i still haven started my revision yet. i tink im gonna flung my maths once again. sucks.my maths istotally very screwed up.i dun get wad indices means.and it means.i'll fail bigg time.alrightts. shall stop talking bout exams.dey just suck anyways.sucks. sucks. sucks.and yeahh.dis is for bubu.heys babe. really hope tat you'll recoverr soon yarh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107762963313910865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107762963313910865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_24_archive.html#107762963313910865' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107745705010012975</id><published>2004-02-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:42:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalalaa.im happy.happy happy girl.im really cranky and crazyy.cause i just finish convincing mummy and daddy tat my allowance isn't enuff.hahas. and im getting moree money now.finally. hawhaw.dun ask me how much im getting.but im really happyy bout it.so you shld haf guess it.for those who noe me. rightt.anyhows.i might be able to get my atm acct backk.if i try and be a good girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107745705010012975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107745705010012975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107745705010012975' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107736795610349392</id><published>2004-02-21T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T20:55:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel damn sickk now.i suddenly haf a bad gastric todae.and it fcuking hurts.today was the swimming meet.and its really greatt.hahas. like sooo many chiobu were swimming?amelia and xinni swam really well.hahas. if you had seen dem both.both swimming like fishes :)okayss. it was just really fun.really really very funn.hurhur.and today was acjc's carnival?and sooo many of us went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107736795610349392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107736795610349392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_21_archive.html#107736795610349392' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107718619370401600</id><published>2004-02-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:25:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo hoo =)theresian hockey rawk and rule.whoppeee. yesterdae was stc vs sngs.and our oohhh-sooo-pro seniors beat st nicks.hahas. the score was 3/0.*screammsss*lalalaa. tats y i sae. theresian hockey rule.hurhur. im getting lame and cranky.cause im jus sooo happy.heh. we're gonna get a pitch in our sch if the c'div gets the champions dis yr.and im suree tat the seniors will make it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107718619370401600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107718619370401600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_19_archive.html#107718619370401600' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107702184883823661</id><published>2004-02-17T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T20:46:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heya. lets blog bout yesterdae.the stupid happening at vaishnbunny's hse.samantha. her mummy. rubini and shamini went to vaishnavi's damn hse.uh huhh. dey wanted to so called 'reconciled'.but in the end everithing was ruined.all of dem din haf a chance to say their piece.it was just both mummys talking to each otherr.stupid. and in the end.vaishnbunny's mummy decided to go to sch and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107702184883823661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107702184883823661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_17_archive.html#107702184883823661' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107693536528120793</id><published>2004-02-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T20:45:21.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i just wonder if all ive done is rightt.cause you* just make me feel like a fool.maybe ive been a fool all along.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107693536528120793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107693536528120793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_16_archive.html#107693536528120793' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107667275517759021</id><published>2004-02-13T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T19:48:27.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. its valentines eve. hahas. sch was  reallie crazee today. everyone was like giving everybody presentss? and it was reallie messy. but its reallie funn.i brought sooo many stuffs to sch. and i got a hard time trying bring all my stuffs back to sch. but. daddy sent me to sch. so its alrightts. yeahh.hahas. and i brought home sooo many thinggs. all sooo cutee. hahas. alrightts. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107667275517759021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107667275517759021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_13_archive.html#107667275517759021' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107659217336432838</id><published>2004-02-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T21:25:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>todae was damn funn.like of us went shopping in town together?amelia. brenda. chermin. christina. debbie. maryanne. melanie. ravinder. valery. me.we went shopping for vday.we were in townn. and we bought lots and loads of craps.hahas. and debbie was the most poor girl. she spent all of her money.to buy sooo many cussions and stuffs for us.hahas. ure really a sweetie deb. hurhur.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107659217336432838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107659217336432838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_12_archive.html#107659217336432838' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107650515334202525</id><published>2004-02-11T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:15:03.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. im really tired. today was the first trng wif the sec1s. hahas. dey're really funny and cutee. cause i dunno y. but its a lil disorganised todae. no coach was down. we were self training tats y. hahas.and yeahh todae is.our two hockey princesses.carolyn* and nicolette's*BIRTHDAY.hahas. let me singg a birthdae songg to you two.happy birthday to you.ure crazy and cutee.like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107650515334202525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107650515334202525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_11_archive.html#107650515334202525' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107641563485723075</id><published>2004-02-10T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:23:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyheys. hahas. im backk online.if you din realise it.but i noe tat you guys found something missing.and tats me. me. me. and me :))i noe tat you guys missed me like crazy right. duh~i wasn't online for like god damn five days.cause my freaking comp is sick wif all sorts of stupid problems :(but its fixed now.whoppeee.dis post is gonna be really longg. hahas. cause i really miss all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107641563485723075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107641563485723075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_10_archive.html#107641563485723075' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107589459461958252</id><published>2004-02-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:38:54.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was the swimming heats.like everyone who could swim was swimming? okayss. maybe im the one who's din swim. i haven been swimming for like months? and i just isn't prepared to swim for dis swim heat. nxt yr maybe. hahas.anyhows. watching all the participants swim was great. you could see all of dem swimming like fishes. maybe dolphins? and everyone swam well. its reallie cool looking at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107589459461958252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107589459461958252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_04_archive.html#107589459461958252' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107581416324963708</id><published>2004-02-03T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:18:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brenda*heyheys my dearr ahgong. hahas. school have been really busy and hectic dis days yarh? though we dun really have much time to hang arnd in town. watch movies. tke neoprints and stuffs. but i hope tat we will still be as close as before yarh? and you follow ur heart. although i might not really understand somethings you do. and i might not really have agreeded to it. but i will always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107581416324963708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107581416324963708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_03_archive.html#107581416324963708' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107580501364374157</id><published>2004-02-03T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:45:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. ive changed my blogskin again. hahas. twice in a row. i noe im lame. but. i tink dis blogskin preetty well fits into my life. hahas. maybe not. but i just like it.alrightts. im damn cranky now. and im damn sadd. dun ask me why. i just feel sadd. maybe everithing is just a bluff. yeahh. maybe ive been a fool all along. maybe i am.dere's science test tmr. and i haven studied for it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107580501364374157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107580501364374157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_03_archive.html#107580501364374157' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107572881608395711</id><published>2004-02-02T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T21:35:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heys. ive changed my blogskin. hahas. nicee right? anyhows. gtg. love you many many :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107572881608395711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107572881608395711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_02_02_archive.html#107572881608395711' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107555313543599341</id><published>2004-01-31T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T18:36:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>daniel beddingfield. if you're not the one.i you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? if you're not the one then why does my hand fits 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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107555313543599341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107555313543599341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_31_archive.html#107555313543599341' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107538033668745793</id><published>2004-01-29T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:47:48.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh. im reallie tired :(and ive got lotsa maths homework to do. i dun tink i'll do it though. cause im really really tired. sucks.i slp reallie latee dis days. and im alwaes sooo busy. wiv trngs and stuffs. i feel tat my life is totally upside down nowadays. and i train almost everidae.im aching like madd everidae. i tink i seriously need a 24hr sleep. im getting sooo tired i cant tink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107538033668745793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107538033668745793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_29_archive.html#107538033668745793' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107529510599143982</id><published>2004-01-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:07:16.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uh huhh. im backk online. i seem to be superr bored todae. maybe its cause im off frm trng todae. mm. maybe i got sooo used to having trng everidae. wells. maybee.lalalax. its suchh a nicee weather. cold and yeah. and i went to on the aircon. now im freaking cold. and im wearing my fave red adidas jacket. hawhaw. i noe im lame. wells.im having a headache now. for wadevaa reasons. but my head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107529510599143982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107529510599143982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_28_archive.html#107529510599143982' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107528426582018076</id><published>2004-01-28T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:06:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyheys. ive jus finished fixing the class blog. ive changed the blogskin and its up now. hahas. okie. i hope its okie yarh girls? mm. if u all dun like the pic den maybe we can fix tat again. yupps. and tag the board kaes. oohhh wells. i haven been blogging for days. cause my comp was crashed. and ive jus got it fixed. i might be getting a new comp if dis comp continue to get screwed up. yeahh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107528426582018076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107528426582018076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_28_archive.html#107528426582018076' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107469673458160097</id><published>2004-01-21T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:54:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrites. jus here to sae.a happie chinese new yr.dun get it wrong. im not traditional.heh. jus wishing tat everione will get wad dey're looking forward to.red packets. *beams*okie. i gtg now.tke kaire and have ahappy happy chinese new yr.lurve u all to pieces. sumackss*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107469673458160097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107469673458160097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_21_archive.html#107469673458160097' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107469673351171216</id><published>2004-01-21T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:54:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alrites. jus here to sae.a happie chinese new yr.dun get it wrong. im not traditional.heh. jus wishing tat everione will get wad dey're looking forward to.red packets. *beams*okie. i gtg now.tke kaire and have ahappy happy chinese new yr.lurve u all to pieces. sumackss*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107469673351171216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107469673351171216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_21_archive.html#107469673351171216' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107460534778650701</id><published>2004-01-20T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:31:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heys. ive been jus looking thru the class blog. and i tink tat the blogskin is a lil too. erm. childish?! fer the class blog. okie. im reallie sorrie to sae tat. but its seriously a lil childish. *opps* but seriously. no offence larh. dun mind if i change it? anione hu's reading dis msg me at 92379904 kaes. ive been using back dis num(my old one) longg ago. but some of u dunno. yupps.oohhh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107460534778650701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107460534778650701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_20_archive.html#107460534778650701' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107443163822108964</id><published>2004-01-18T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:15:55.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like the way you talk to me.i like the way you look at me.i like the way you smile at me.i like the way you joke with me.i like the way you laughs with me.i like the way you do everithing.i like ur every and everithing.maybe i cant deny the fact.maybe i cant deny the truth.maybe i cant face it.but i will alwaes noe tat i lurve you.and i'll alwaes be dere tinking of you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107443163822108964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107443163822108964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107443163822108964' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107443157300784739</id><published>2004-01-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:14:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like the way you talk to me.i like the way you look at me.i like the way you smile at me.i like the way you joke with me.i like the way you laughs with me.i like the way you do everithing.i like ur every and everithing.maybe i cant deny the fact.maybe i cant deny the truth.maybe i cant face it.but i will alwaes noe tat i lurve you.and i'll alwaes be dere tinking of you.alwaes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107443157300784739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107443157300784739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107443157300784739' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107417813939277582</id><published>2004-01-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:50:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a fucked up maid. a bitched up maid. she’s jus making our lifes so much more hectic and fucked up. she shud not even be called a maid. she doesn’t deserves to be called one. yeahh. she shud be called a stupid idiot. or maybe a crazee bitch.im not trying to be mean alrite. but she’s reallie getting into my nerves. she has lost 3 pairs of my ankle socks. 2 pe attire. 3 shorts. and sum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107417813939277582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107417813939277582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_15_archive.html#107417813939277582' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107408549915002369</id><published>2004-01-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:06:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woahh. ive got my new track shoes. new shoebag. new pair yellow and blue socks. new stick bag. and new hockey stickk. yada. yada. im sooo superr happie. ive got almost all the stuffs tat i longed to have.im sooo superr happie.                      crazee.                      cranky.                      hyperr.oh wells. im jus too happie. hahas. i dunno wadd im blogging. damn.i lurve my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107408549915002369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107408549915002369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_14_archive.html#107408549915002369' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107374231946332460</id><published>2004-01-10T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T21:45:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find todae the wierdest dae of my lifee. yeahh. todae we had trng. it was sooo early in the morning again. and i got to wake up even earlier than wen i go to sch normally. i woke up at 5am. its so earlyyy. anyhows. its over. hahas.oohhh wells. u noe y its the wierd todaee? cus after trng. i was wiv ruth at somerset mrt. we're on our way to penisular. to look fer new hockey sticks. and we were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107374231946332460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107374231946332460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_10_archive.html#107374231946332460' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107356982971836356</id><published>2004-01-08T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:50:49.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im superr tired. and i jus found out tat im running a fever. a highh fever maybe. 37.8 degrees. but i dun haf sars kaes. i tink my immune system is reallie going downn. maybe bcus i dun haf enuff slp everidae. yupps.arghh. im feeling so sickk now. sucks and we're suppose to run 4km tmr. i dun tink i can tke it. 4km!? oohhh godd. wiv all the muscle craps and my fever. i tink 1km will be enuff to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107356982971836356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107356982971836356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_08_archive.html#107356982971836356' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107339249349749699</id><published>2004-01-06T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:35:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. im superr superr relieved and happie. dammit. i couldn't have been moree happie den now. yeahh. my hp bill came. and it was damn low. i mean reallie low kaes. it was only bout i tink 60 odd. 70 bucks. compared to the last few bills. its reallie considered low. okie. if u ever noe how much my previous bills were. hahas. its a miracle :))todae's gym trng was reallie tiring. yeahh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107339249349749699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107339249349749699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_06_archive.html#107339249349749699' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107322195264132556</id><published>2004-01-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:12:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woahh. im so happie. jus finished my holidae assignments. hahas. though i finished it after the holidaes. heh. tell u a secrett. sshhhh. actuali. brenda read out all the workings to me over the fone. hahas. den i copyy it down.im reallie veri thankful to brenda. hahas. i noe she's a lil pissed. cus i disturbed her wen she's watching her fave tele program. the seven sisters. hawhaw. aniwae. thks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107322195264132556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107322195264132556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107322195264132556' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107313180408640780</id><published>2004-01-03T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T20:10:22.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yada. yada. its backk to sch todae. so glad to c everione again. hahs. of course i got many surpriseesss. heh. many many. sum are not too nicee though.one is tat cheryl rebonded her hairr. hahas. i tink dere's no much diff aniwae. cus her fringe still looks the same. the other surprises. erm. well. i dowana mention dem.and fuckk. fuck the stupid class seating arrangments. was actualli sitting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107313180408640780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107313180408640780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_03_archive.html#107313180408640780' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107296321418119220</id><published>2004-01-01T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T21:20:32.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its backk to schhh tmr. woah. how fast can the holidaes end.dammit. i haven started on my holidae assignments and i haven sewn my damn belt. sucks. i'm wondering if i shud jus sewn it on. but i dunno where to sew it at. i'll alwaes be sewing it a lil too high(seldom) or too low(alwaes).arghh. i got so muchh to do. and i haven settle wiv daddy and mummy bout my allowance. wonder how muchh i'll</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107296321418119220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107296321418119220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107296321418119220' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107288310492356537</id><published>2003-12-31T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T23:05:22.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy new yr eve*. its gonna be yr 2004 in a few hrs time. yayy. its a new yr. whoppeee!! :) and its back to sch. and it means mugging. oh yeah. speaking of gonig backk to sch. D-I-E. i haven started on my holidae assignment yet. dammit. its 20 maths questions. so sue me :(and yeahh. i forgot tat i actualli haven sew my belt. arghh. dammit. i tink i haven gotten my books and stuffs ready yet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107288310492356537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107288310492356537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_31_archive.html#107288310492356537' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107279092301284076</id><published>2003-12-30T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:29:00.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. holidaes are cuming to an end. and its backk to schhh again. and it means tat we got to start mugging again. sucks. but its nice to be back in sch again. kinda miss everione and everithing. yeahh. missed the times we plaed and crapped around in class. even though it was reallie lame. and we got sum big lectures frm the teachers. but i noe we had fun. hahas. crazee fun. yeah :)and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107279092301284076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107279092301284076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_30_archive.html#107279092301284076' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107259462252571569</id><published>2003-12-28T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T14:57:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jus came back frm the salon. heh. i went to trim my hairr. muahahas. dun worry. it isn't short. its  still longg. yeah. only layered and thined it. and it feels so thin now. and it looks messy. the way i like it. hahas.i still cant stand my hairr. cus its like getting so longg. and not longg after. i'll have longg hair. wich i dowan. we're all forced to keep long hair. damn. alrites. i'll jus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107259462252571569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107259462252571569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107259462252571569' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107253111238061932</id><published>2003-12-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T21:18:49.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im damn tired now. and my tummy hurts. cus of valery. she's a pretty small size girl rite. yeah. and her waist line is far frm mine. and guessed wadd. i wore her councillor unifrom. hahas. and her skirt is superr tight. haix. i tink mrs suppiah doesn't have muchh brains. shhhh. dun tell her tat. she borrowed all the superr small size councillor's uniform fer us to wear. and she obviously noes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107253111238061932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107253111238061932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_27_archive.html#107253111238061932' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107244260482540786</id><published>2003-12-26T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:43:40.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. tmr and sundae is the hockey asean cup finals. and we've got to help out. and now i'm short of 3 girls. and now so mani of dem are backing out. dammit. i cant cant bloody hell get beatrice and nicolette. screw dem.and i actualli called mrs suppiah 2 times and tell her tat i've got 7 girls. but i only got 5. and if i cant get at least 2 moree girls to help. i'm dead. so sue me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107244260482540786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107244260482540786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_26_archive.html#107244260482540786' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107244255553495103</id><published>2003-12-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T20:42:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oohhh wells. tmr and sundae is the hockey asean cup finals. and we've got to help out. and now i'm short of 3 girls. and now so mani of dem are backing out. dammit. i cant cant bloody hell get beatrice and nicolette. screw dem.and i actualli called mrs suppiah 2 times and tell her tat i've got 7 girls. but i only got 5. and if i cant get at least 2 moree girls to help. i'm dead. so sue me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107244255553495103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107244255553495103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_26_archive.html#107244255553495103' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107236798663701477</id><published>2003-12-25T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T00:00:02.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its christmas. merry christmas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107236798663701477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107236798663701477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_25_archive.html#107236798663701477' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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-5929828.post-107227256406772699</id><published>2003-12-24T21:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:29:39.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its christmas eve*. whoopeee!!we can hardly stand the wait. plss christmas dun be late. dun be late. dun be late. we're waiting. :)oohhh wells. christmas will be born in bout 3 hrs time. wahahahas. i'm crazee over the songg. all i want fer christmas is you*. i'm a happie girl. lalalax.                                                                                you betta not cry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107227256406772699'/><link rel='self' 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persuading me to go to her church fer christmas service tmr. shouldn't have agreed to go. den she dun have any stupid excuse to sae tat she has to leave early. tat crazee fellow. crazee girl.wahahahas. had physical trng todae. i swear it was reallie tiring. damn damn damn tiring. superrrr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107218479158582954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5929828/posts/default/107218479158582954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperheart03.blogspot.com/2003_12_23_archive.html#107218479158582954' title=''/><author><name>Blogger</name><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></feed>
