<?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-28140541</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:09:15.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the going gets tough...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8595004246568848759</id><published>2007-02-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:13:07.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese class test was blardy fucked. #&amp;amp;*@#@*^!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can even pass. damn. cant wait to get a d7 for o's and totally neglect chinese for the rest of my life. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today went pretty okay. rain so it was super cooling and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after trng went to bishan library to muggggg. yeah we ruggers went to mugggg. quite enriching i guess. dun intend to study anymore tonight. who cares la. bio only. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh this week is super scary to be honest. today : chinese test + trng. tmr: match + bio test. wed: training. thurs: ss test. friday: SJI match! WAHHHHHH. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for this week to be over. hope everything goes smoothly. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8595004246568848759?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8595004246568848759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8595004246568848759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8595004246568848759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8595004246568848759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-class-test-was-blardy-fucked.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-2716247396878039067</id><published>2007-02-25T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:59:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoohoo whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby and we went to mug at nats library again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well we intended to mug but only did after an hour's delay. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh nothing much la. we went to look for food laaaa. look for food only what. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah went to look for donuts but the queue was as long as my *. so yeah. damn long. had chippys first instead. went off to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to mention. some blardy indian guy called wy stupid for no reason at all. blardy hell out of no where just say stupid at our direction. damn it what a retarded loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to raffles city and queued for the donuts! haha after like half an hour, we finally had our donuts. had fun creating propaganda too. in order to get the ones we like we totally critisized it aloud so those dumb nuts would think it sucks and we would get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but little did we know. we got conned. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lady in front took like 8 of the peanut ones so we thought it must be nice and took one. and it turned out to taste like shit. double chocolate double chocolate! of teh 1337 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was fireworks again at the esplanade and WE WERE THERE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha 2nd time alrdy. of all places we just had to be there at that time to witness the fireworks! haha. feels great. maybe cause its everyone's birthday today. some chinese tradition. so. happy birthday everyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDYING AND EATING IS THE COOOL. muahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my baby thai weiying. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-2716247396878039067?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/2716247396878039067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=2716247396878039067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2716247396878039067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2716247396878039067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yoohoo-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-208772095723550420</id><published>2007-02-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:29:24.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was pretty okay i guess. so slack. and for once i thought english was interesting. i couldnt believe it myself. usually i would be staring at the clock and wonder why its passing so slowly  and rejoice when the bell rang but today, the bell just rang and i was surprised to see the period over. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then leonard made us laugh the shit out of ourselves when he said this. "your mothers so stupid she fails her blood test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. i duno why its damn lame but funny la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym later on with chew john chris glenn. benched after a week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on to a light training and met baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing her just makes me ignore everything else. went to national library to STUDY. yes. STUDY. believe it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to NUM! hahahaha. :D :D flipflops are the seksiness. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright im super tired. off to bed. goodnight byebye love you! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-208772095723550420?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/208772095723550420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=208772095723550420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/208772095723550420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/208772095723550420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hellooo-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1655390549748834705</id><published>2007-02-22T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:21:21.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;im feeling so down and emo right now. just losing control alrdy.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;probably cause im tired. really tired. all the tests coming up. this worry to that. im really giving my best alrdy.  giving everything my absolute all.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;and i guess chew's problem kinda got to me too.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;hey chew just a lil msg to u. dun be sad k. dun think about it too much. like u said, theres nothing much we can do. just know that your frens will always be there for u. i will be. like how u always talked to me when i needed someone. even wanted to come meet me. literally a phone call away. yeah. dun fret.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;kendrick had some problems the other day too. cld see he wasnt too happy but couldnt accompany him cause of the reunion dinner. but yeah. i guess he was feeling neglected and alone. and the feeling simply sucks.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;who ever said that guys were insensitive creatures. well. every thing means smth. even the slightest thing. it does mean smth.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;ah i dunno what im muddling also. dunno why im feeling like that all of a sudden also.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;just wanted to get some stuff off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever the UpperBeing is up there, please do help us yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SingaporeSong;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every night i pray on bended knee, that you will always be, my everythingg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1655390549748834705?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1655390549748834705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1655390549748834705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1655390549748834705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1655390549748834705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-feeling-so-down-and-emo-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-599949485407042673</id><published>2007-02-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:04:04.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESTERDAY = 4TH MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEE MY BABY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ri vs damai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game today went pretty well. we were cynical and took our chances. just those lil mistakes that slow us down. just gonna fix it and really whack the fucking shit out of sji on friday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-599949485407042673?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/599949485407042673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=599949485407042673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/599949485407042673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/599949485407042673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-4th-month-i-loveee-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-612100350462274169</id><published>2007-02-18T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:20:51.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy cny everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from the first round of visiting. got to the temple to pay respects to our ancestors. then went over to singapore island cc for lunch plus recreation. haha pretty fun i guess. played pool with my cousins and had some really nice snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah super tired. gonna take a nap before dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I MISS MY THAI WEIYING ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUG. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-612100350462274169?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/612100350462274169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=612100350462274169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/612100350462274169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/612100350462274169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-cny-everybody-just-came-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5902296208182960463</id><published>2007-02-18T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:25:48.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GONG XI FA CAI ALL YOU CHINESE MOTHER****ERS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha just had reunion dinner which was super nice. but the only sad thing is i think i blardy ate too much. ): i totally sat at the steamboat for 1 hour. eating non stop after each refill of ingredients. then snacked and snacked. omg now my tummy looks so bloated it resembles baby's. hahahha. kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went out in the afternoon with fengshuo kendrick and chew. chew bought me a bag! ah super nice of him la. i was damn touched la. when i saw him paying for it at the counter. thanks alot buddy. really appreciate it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks baby for the beautiful card and NUM SLIPPERS! so seksi i love it. hehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks singapore for all the fireworks! HAHAHAH. still cant get over it IM SORRY. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to sleep to get enough energy to carry more angbaos tmr. happy new year everyone and enjoy collecting angbaos, make sure everyone gives u one k. before u leave the place u must spotcheck just in case, u dun wanna miss out. hahaha just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy feasting and good luck in gambling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year gong xi fa cai mei you hongbao bu neng jin lai! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 thaithai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5902296208182960463?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5902296208182960463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5902296208182960463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5902296208182960463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5902296208182960463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-all-you-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-465684694003735694</id><published>2007-02-17T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:33:26.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16 february 2007 is the best day in singapore history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proven. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-465684694003735694?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/465684694003735694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=465684694003735694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/465684694003735694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/465684694003735694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/16-february-2007-is-best-day-in.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-6228948094429444590</id><published>2007-02-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:54:53.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has to be the sweeeeeetest sixteen ever. so happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby in the morning to go get a mc since we both ponned school. well. yishun polyclinic is the sex la. i dun even think they give a shit about ur health cause polyclinic nowadays = mc collection centre for all who skipped school la. well. maybe they just know whos faking and whos not. baby went in. less than 5 mins. boo she was out. even faster than oral exam la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she headed home to change while i went to get my ezlink renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe then headed down to town. played pool. i opened the table with my own ezlink! hahaha IM LEGAL! hehehee. omg. but this has to be the biggest downfall in my professional pool career. i actually lost to wy 2-1. omg omg. seriously. losing in pool is bad enough. but losing on my birthday? thats the closest u get to hell. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to our favourite place. CITY HALL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate CAFE CARTEL! hahaha i swear its the best and wackiest dinner i ever had. since there was free flow of home made bread, we totally laid on hands on them! hahaha. gobbled down alot of bread before the main course came. pork ribs. thumbs up. super yummy la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 15mins of eating, we were both freaking bloated and tired of eating la. and there was like half of the plate left. hahaha. then we messed around with the waiters who had no choice but to obey wy and get us MORE BREAD. HAHAHAHA. even when i looked like i had 100 bottles of beer and wy looked as if she was 6months pregnant, we nvr failed to enjoy the bread with butter! HAHAHAHA. cant believe i said that. just kidding. well. we were both just fcking full from all the food la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun and laughter staring at each other's tummy before going to shop a lil just to digest all the food la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked over to the LARGEST FOUNTAIN IN THE WORLD. SUNTEC CITY'S FOUNTAIN OR WEALTH! and the craziest of craziest things happened. i swear, its seriously super crazy u wont believe it. while we were just sitting there enjoying the breeze and music, all of a sudden. BOOOM! FIREWORKS! HAHAHHA. OMG. ALL OF A SUDDEN, FIREWORKS@ESPLANADE ON MY BIRTHDAY! HAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and. the craziest thing is. we could be anywhere around city hall, we could have shopped or just go elsewhere, but we actually decided to go out there of all places and BOOM, FIREWORKS WERE UP! HAHAHA. what a memorable birthday. so cool really. but the coolest thing is, BABY! hugs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to buy some nice drinks. after getting restricted from buying alcoholic drinks. we decided to ask someone to get it for us. hehehe. and after a long struggle, we got two bottles! :D had a nice time drinking before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's birthday has to be the best one. super happiness. thanks everyone for all the nice birthday wishes. really appreciate them. (: love u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i only have one wish this year, u should know what it is baby. (: love you thaithai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-6228948094429444590?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6228948094429444590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=6228948094429444590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6228948094429444590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6228948094429444590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-to-me-this-has-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1857448795446665076</id><published>2007-02-14T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:09:20.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S EVERYONE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the happiest day of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby bought me a really nice present plus plus, a really beautiful letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so super happy please. i literally almost melted while reading the letter. its the most nicest thing i ever read la really. wish i could just hold you close now. baby you mean everything to me. i promise i won't ever let you down and i will go thru thick and thin with you. thru everything i promise i will be there for you always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE MY WEIYING. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1857448795446665076?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1857448795446665076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1857448795446665076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1857448795446665076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1857448795446665076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-everyone-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5491591791284610941</id><published>2007-02-11T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:36:03.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby and we went shopping! hahaha. it has to be the craziest and most enjoyable shopping experience for us. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked thru citilink and went straight into NUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. totally got sucked in by all the singlets la. totally dazzling. and casual looking became downright obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took like 5pieces each first to try in the fitting room. kept trying and trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came out. took another 5-6 pieces and tried again. hahaha. super fun la. we like stayed in the fitting room for like 45mins. until the guy had to come and whisper "hey u guys alright in there?" hahahhaa. super funny la. i bet he must be thinking we playing a fool or what la. but seriously, they are just too nice and hard to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even taking photos and all didnt help much in the decision to come. but in the end, we got both england singlets! :D :D :D  niceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby decided to change to germany instead so we went to change on SUNDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby in the morning and we went for sentosa beach tanning outing! (: so rare we go out in the morning since we sleep like logs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jiayi and kai at harbourfront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played loads of volleyball at the start. we are good. i mean. we must always tell ourselves we are good right. if u think ur lousy, u will remain lousy, and half the battle is lost at the start. but if u think ur good, it'll help u mentally. (: yeah we are good at volleyball. tho we 4 got totally whooped by some group who are pretty pro la. we put up a good fight tho. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayi and kai went off earlier but we stayed on cause with my geographical calculations, the sun was gonna be up again and indeed it came on with turbocharged! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means we both got roasted again! hehehhe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of fun just being with baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played soccer with a group of guys there. kinda fun. then played volleyball again with this 2 girls who seriously suck. it has to be the most boring game of volleyball i ever played. we couldnt even serve pass the net and when we did, we couldnt even continue. every 5 seconds u can see one of us serving again. u get the picture. pure patheticness ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to meet jiayi and kai again at heerens. changed our tops again at NUM. hehehe. stepping into NUM just gives me thrills now. makes me wanna just buy everything i like from there la. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had subway for dinner! okay fine it wasnt very satisfying. but somehow kai fell off the chair. HAHAHAHA. super funny la. he was just rocking rocking then all of a sudden. BOOM. ahhahaa. everyone totally stared la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to zara baby bought a nice green tee. seksiness (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend has been so fun. hehehe. totally love every single second im with u baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day is coming. the best day in singapore's history is coming too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Every night I pray&lt;br /&gt;On bended knee&lt;br /&gt;That you will always be&lt;br /&gt;My everything&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5491591791284610941?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5491591791284610941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5491591791284610941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5491591791284610941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5491591791284610941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/saturday-met-baby-and-we-went-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4924586217164455202</id><published>2007-02-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:00:55.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i wish i could give the world to you, but love is all i have to give."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you with everything i have. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4924586217164455202?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4924586217164455202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4924586217164455202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4924586217164455202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4924586217164455202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish-i-could-give-world-to-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8361542521951135438</id><published>2007-02-08T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:33:00.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bryan's having operation now. apparently hes flesh tore and his bones are exposed. possible a torn tendon too. hopefully its not. everyone please pray for his recovery k. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8361542521951135438?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8361542521951135438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8361542521951135438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8361542521951135438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8361542521951135438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/bryans-having-operation-now.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5261547745778140503</id><published>2007-02-08T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:32:22.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was full of ups and downs. yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with history test which i totally pwn. cant be bothered with it tho. history is subjective, if the teacher sees ur name and doesnt fancy u. then no matter what shit u write about, ur not gonna score as well as u think u will. so yeah. fug it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monfort game. won 31-5. but it doesnt feel good winning tho. the game seemed so long. so many things happened in that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played alright. loads of thrash talking + taunting + hand actions + vulgurities. totally physical game with like 3 yellow cards or smth. very very physical in contact and all. was pretty okay but sad thing was bryan got fucked quite badly by the fat prop. it really saddens me to see him hurt like that. i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs ago it was kendrick who broke his leg. last year kentan broke his arm. and now, this. fuck it. i really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho he got badly hurt and i could tell it was really painful. he still put on that birdy smile of his and talked normally. even on the stretcher he put on a brave front and laughed it off. i just pat his head and walk off. i almost cried i swear. really sucks to see ur good fren like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since day 1 we been pretty close training together, going out together, talking cock together, playing pool together, drinking together in bangkok as room mates and all. damn it why must it happen to him. fuck! damn it. please get well soon bryan. its gonna be so weird and different to play and train without you around. that stupid arrogant reply and cranky laughter even tho we might not be doing well seriously cheers everyone up. the team needs you. get well soon buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then baby din get to watch the game. i got really upset when i saw the msg. but i found out it was because of the blardy fucking discipline head of sajc. seriously. what the hell la. she just came to support why must u fucking chase her off. like is it a crime or smth. its not as tho ur field is damn nice or what la. and if so then why dun u chase the whole of monfort mental rehabilitation school off. they like send their whole damn patient community to come down to support. and theres a reason why i said they are mentally challenged ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the game they kept cheering. and i must say their cheers are not really impressive or nice to the ears. it doesnt make sense at all omg. then some guy was rapping while the match was going on with funky stupid hand actions. and jason was like staring and laughing at him during the game. omg. weird bunch yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i guess its my fault. made baby come down to watch but only made trouble. i'm sorry. seriously all i wanted was just for u to come down and support my first b div game, it would really mean alot. was really looking forward to it and everything. nvr did i expect this to happen. sorry yeah. hope all the problems in the school will be resolved. rest assured i will do whatever i can to help. yeahh. thanks for coming anyway. i love you thaithai. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for subway dinner after washing up. i must say. pretty impressive. dunno why last time i ate subway which was ages ago, it din taste as nice. but im like some sotong shit la. i dun even know how to order. so chew was like helping me and all. but its pretty nice + its healthy. EAT FRESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nine o clock show is seriously getting more ridiculous by the minute. what qin dynasty and all. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveee you babyyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'll never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll never make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather die than live without you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all of me&lt;br /&gt;Honey that's no lie&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5261547745778140503?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5261547745778140503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5261547745778140503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5261547745778140503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5261547745778140503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-full-of-ups-and-downs.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-132954746694362679</id><published>2007-02-07T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:11:13.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating recently. well. no inspiration really. plus things been really packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first game against monfort tmr! totally cant wait. baby baby (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is hold u tight every single minute of my life. everytime ur not by my side, i really long for ur touch. i just can't get u off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might not be the most goodlooking guy u know. i might not be the richest guy around. i might not have the greatest sense of humour or the cutest smile. but one things for sure. my love for you is true and i love you with each and every inch of my heart baby. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jealousy is a virtue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-132954746694362679?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/132954746694362679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=132954746694362679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/132954746694362679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/132954746694362679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-3423753083521547761</id><published>2007-02-02T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:27:13.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people live for the fortune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people live just for the fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people live for the power, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people live just to play the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people think that the physical things&lt;br /&gt;define what’s within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I been there before but that life’s a bore,&lt;br /&gt;so full of the superficial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people want it all, but I don’t want&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people want diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;some just want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But everything means nothing if I ain't got you, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people search for a fountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The promise is forever young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(You know) Some people need three dozen roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And that’s the only way to prove you love them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hand me the world on a silver platter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And what good would it be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;With no-one to share with, no-one who truly cares&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people want it all, but I don’t&lt;br /&gt;want nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If it ain't you baby, if I ain't got you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Some people want diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;some just want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But everything means nothing,&lt;br /&gt;if I ain't got you, you, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;i just can't live without you thai weiying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-3423753083521547761?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/3423753083521547761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=3423753083521547761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3423753083521547761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3423753083521547761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/02/some-people-live-for-fortune-some.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-9186538977150581853</id><published>2007-01-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:53:01.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby and we went to catch a movie. took pretty long to decide on what to watch since everything seemed so average. in the end we decided to catch the m18 one, that unfortunately i still dunno how to spell but nvm. most importanly, we managed to get in! hahaha. despite the lady at the counter going "just a reminder, this is a m18 movie and there would be an id check later on." we still got in! muahahaha looooooosers. it was a super disgusting show tho. finally knew why it was m18. started off by slaughtering a boar and ripping his balls and intestines out. then there were these ritual sacrifices thing and they just freakin ripped the person's heart out and beheaded him right there and then. super sick please. we were all like super grossed out and kept closing our eyes. haha but overall it was a pretty exciting and cool movie la. the title starts with A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to play pool! well. shall not elaborate further on the results. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKK. DA most unluckiest day of my life. ponned assembly at first, felt kinda bad so we decided to own up and go. but it turned out to be the most dumbass buttfugging wrong mistake a person can ever make. freakin form teacher brought us to the HOD of leadership, prefect master, HOD of smth. freaking gangbang of teachers to screw us. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got caught for my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i have to dye it back by that day.&lt;br /&gt;suspended from training on that day.&lt;br /&gt;the whole of the week we gotta report 5mins earlier.&lt;br /&gt;stand right in front for flag raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. damn it i felt fucking terrible la. then other teachers came and scold scold scold. mum always nag nag nag. well. im just super glad baby was there for me. met her after school and she followed me to go make my hair and cheer grumpy me up. super nice of her! heheheex. thanks so much baby. i really appreciate it. love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to novena for dinner before heading home for a lecture on behaving myself from my mummy. hehheh. so anyway. my hair is as black as a crow's arse now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg training at the NEW RI ARTIFICIAL TURF FIELD tmr! i repeat, NO MORE BRADDEL GREEN-COLOURED MUD-LAKE. RI NEW FIELD! wahahah cant wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache headache. off to bed. night aight bye pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you babyyy. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-9186538977150581853?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/9186538977150581853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=9186538977150581853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/9186538977150581853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/9186538977150581853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-965337754738875648</id><published>2007-01-27T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:36:53.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>helloooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been blogging much recently. no inspiration i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. schools been mostly the same old boring stuff. how else can i describe school other than that? just look forward to recesses and meeting baby at rj. hehehe. oh and not to forget, finding different excuses to skip hairchecks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, had traininggggggg. damn. ran like freaking african being chased by a wild boar in the jungles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3x400m&lt;br /&gt;6x200m&lt;br /&gt;8x100m&lt;br /&gt;10x50m&lt;br /&gt;21circuits + pushups situps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg almost died la. so we decided we deserve something for all the shit we put in. so we went to pepper lunch at taka and indulged ourselves! hehehe. been so long since we hang around orchard till late la. walked around. screwed around. had chippys, then everyone became so damn tired we all wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training in the morning at 7.30am just now. when we got there there was some false alarm that training was cancelled and all. damn it. everyone was cursing and swearing for all the missed sleeptime and all. but guess what. zoooom. coach came. as usual, "since we're alrdy here lets make use of the time." got a small field and did some drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off for a snack at the new food court at the bishan interchange and headed to gymmmm. ah so happy i did alot today. hehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am home and waiting for baby to get ready. faster faster! cant wait cant wait! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-965337754738875648?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/965337754738875648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=965337754738875648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/965337754738875648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/965337754738875648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/helloooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1796759338029191625</id><published>2007-01-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:47:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had pe first thing in the morning. soccer is of teh kool. hehehehexx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring lessons including a history lesson watching video clips and a 30min lecture by physics teacher. ahh. deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. damn re lectures. haha we went for the first, and totally regretted it. freakin hell the speakers talked about the stupidest things in the world la please. talked bout how he communicated with a monkey by looking into the monkey's eye and how it changed his life blah blah. and how the monkey found a gf in the jungles. omg seriously. even if the monkey had a dick longer than two atomic bombs, fact is. we dun really care. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some other angmoh person came and talked about being vegetarian with his all so cool accent almost as cool as mine. talked about how we meateaters are just like cavemen who hunt for meat. omg hello dude with the whitehead, we're in year 2007 in case u still think we create fire by rubbing our boobs together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to pon the second period. which din go so well. we went to the rj lib at first to hang around before heading to the canteen, where we got freakin caught la. so we went into hiding for like 45mins la. hahaha. super fun tho. we were like some drug addicts sitting at the stairs la. dunno why we always get into this kinda shit but in the end, most of the time, we get away (: ahahhaa. except for the prata house field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i love my frens la. life would simply be so damn different without them. all the messing around and doing funny shits like screaming at random ppl in school. hahaha. yup thanks for being there for me every single time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training, mostly team runs. first game for bdiv on 6feb against acs international. cant wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed off the rj to meet baby. haha new rj uniform is the sex la. so nice and chiox la. like some really hot minah like that. ahhaha. bathed and headed down to bishan library to study a lil. literally a lil if not nothing at all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem oba tmr. fuck. please i dun wanna fail. ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1796759338029191625?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1796759338029191625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1796759338029191625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1796759338029191625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1796759338029191625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-9164780568616259642</id><published>2007-01-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:42:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met baby after school and we had snacks at yakun kaya toast again. their milo is of teh 1337 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then decided to try somewhere new and went off to khatib gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that prolly wont happen to you even if u lived up to the age of 150 happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. BIRDS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were walking towards the gym below the mrt track, all of a sudden, PIANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE HUGE FUCKING BLACK PIGEON LANDED RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY LEGS. apparently it got hit by the train and it just flew off in the air and of all places, it had to land right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it seriously disgusted the shit outta us. we were so damn shocked la. imagine u walking walking then suddenly out of no where this black bird that got hit just hit with alot of impact and landed RIGHT IN FRONT OF UR LEGS. it totally gave us the creeps la. damn it. draumatising seeing the bird just trying to flap its wings and move, struggling while moving his ugly mouth up and down. omg. damn it. gross shit ass ugly bird. why cant u just dodge the damn train la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats not the end, few moments later this lil old man who baby inferred was a farmer came by. he saw the bird and took it up! fug sick shit. he went to try to find a nice spot by the trees to place the dying bird but ended up dropping it a few times from the branches. omg its damn sick la. the bird in his hands trying to fly and struggling. ahhh damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after a few minutes the neck of the bird went down. died la. then the farmer can still use his finger push the bird head up and down. damn qihua primary. fucking sick laaaa. argh damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. took some time to get over all the shit and continued to walk. ONLY TO SEE ANOTHER DEAD BIRD LYING IN THE GRASS. OH SORRY. NOT ONE. BUT TWO FUCKING BLACK BIRDS DEAD ON THE GRASS.  damn it creepy shit. khatib is like some bird burial ground la. super disgusting literally SI place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the gym. the radio went smth like "many chickens have been killed when checked with blah blah virus (bird flu)" how crazy is that. fuggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymed for abt an hour plus and headed off to the mrt again. and guess what! no, not superman. but, ANOTHER FUCKING DEAD BIRD! in case all this might sound kinda fake, its all true. damn it i had enough. its seriously disgusting the shit out of me. im just glad it din land on my head at first. i think i would have die of fits la. birds just creep me out. so do fishes with big eyes. ah fug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took the mrt and walked baby home. played soccer with some lil malay kid at the neighbourhood too. was totally owning him la please. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird weird day indeed. but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEE YOU BABYYYY! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-9164780568616259642?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/9164780568616259642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=9164780568616259642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/9164780568616259642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/9164780568616259642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/met-baby-after-school-and-we-had-snacks.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1471019189731647886</id><published>2007-01-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:22:53.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey today is a one da full day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd wtf! chinese test. ttly forgotten abt it la! but guess what! im still gon own the test. im jus that talented. im so gon get the highest in class. together wit some other ppl. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and was talkin to this australian guy nd practisin my slang wit him yawl. its jus dyamn cool the way they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me mate somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch . waited for wy. instead of the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa. tht it wld be nice nd sunny. but looks like SKY aint that kind to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exciting thing that happened today was! i nearly drowned in the sea!!!! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; was swimmin cross to the other island. then alluva sudden, i dunno wht happened, but the waves just started crashin in. nd everything in fronta me is just a whirl. just waves nd waves of deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt as if i was nearin death. as if at the end of the light, death is waitin there for me. but on the other end, i feel that my baby was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a sudden surge of hope nd life, as a huge strength summoned me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts clear, nd in front of my eyes was weiying, riskin her life for me, pullin me back to the shore. i cldnt hav possibly described my feelings well enf at that point of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is, my heart went numb. nd tears mixed with the sea water. i no longer know which is which. all i know is. i am thankful for her courage, and for her savin my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dog has nine life. i hav nearly lost one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd one emo quote for today =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;lover to friends&lt;br /&gt;all good things must come to an end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1471019189731647886?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1471019189731647886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1471019189731647886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1471019189731647886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1471019189731647886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-today-is-one-da-full-day-nd-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-67115427709358873</id><published>2007-01-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:26:20.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i feel bitchy every day that ends with a y" that was written on a badge which was on mathan. omg. someone tell me whats got into him. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway school was pretty slack and fun. hehehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg we had loads of fun. group of us sat at the back and after eating, we got bored so i decided we do some stupid stuff. hahaha. started off by me asking sec1s to help me buy a drink. hahahah! 1st attempt din kinda go well. stupid person dao-ed me. ): but the second time went really smoothlyyyyyy. HAHHA. this cute lil innocent chap walked past and i went "hey can u help me buy a ice lemon tea? see the wound on my leg? im injured so i cant really walk there to get it. please. thanks." gave him a dollar and he came back with my drink + my 30cent change. HHAHAHA. super fun la please. anyway. thanks you cute lil pal. what a nice sec1. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then some china dude sitting in front of us started talking really loudly in his weird cheena accent so we got kinda annoyed and started shouting chinese too. ahhahaha. then jun chang went to get his green bean and started trying to toss it on his head with his spoon. hahahha super hilarious i tell u. ri new canteen would not be of teh 1337 if not for us. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a lil chem remedial after school before going for training. training was super si today la. the field was totally fucked and it kinda made us all feel si as bryan koh and i were discussing about most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today's trng kinda taught me smth. i guess its true faizal shouts at us sometimes to get the best outta us. when i screwed around quite a bit with my passes he talked to me and said some stuff that made me understand what he has been trying to do. that if i screwed up and looked down, the confidence of the team would be low. so since i make the calls, i should be always confident and certain about what i wanna do and i guess thats right. "ur the general. be certain and dun hesitate." cant wait for friday. nyjc srjc make sure ur ready yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby after training and we headed down to thomson plaza for some lil snacks. yakun kaya toast. utterly disappointing. and i guess they should put a instruction menu on how to add sauces to ur boiled egg cause SOME PEOPLE just dunno how much to put and the poor egg might end up looking like serangoon road on a sunday night. (: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super tired again. off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymmmmm tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHT AIGHT. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-67115427709358873?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/67115427709358873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=67115427709358873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/67115427709358873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/67115427709358873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-bitch-every-day-that-ends-with-y.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4555356863471831552</id><published>2007-01-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:04:50.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello whats up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty boring day at school as usual. chinese was kinda interesting with all our stupid remarks tho. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. most of the drama was after school la. i guess some prefects in school really have no life? they just look so fucked up they just wanna sink others into their fucking shitass plight too? fucking prefect went to sabo me and chew at the canteen. got us the chai yaw treatment and we gotta get our hair done. well. to mr i-love-to-shout-and-play-around-with-my-authority, u can jolly well go find a hole and give urself a good fuck. cause we really cant be bothered with a loser prefect like you. and btw. please dun ask people to cut their hair like yours. cause ur hair is seriously disgusting. our lil new turf grass is gonna look just like that. so fug off please. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traininggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay lets get this straight. everyone roll in the mud now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how it started. but i guess it was pretty cool. got everyone, well, most of us, cept kendrick, who wasnt really willing to roll. haha. most of us got kinda used to it and gave our best shit during training. which went pretty well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckkkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to a super nice and seksi tackle made on junchang, my whole damn right side of my face is scratched laaaa. )))))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha totally landed on my face la. and plus all the stupid sand super painful la damn it. i swear i almost got knocked the shit out la. couldn't open my eyes and get up at first. thanks to all the mud and sand. ah wells. hopefully it'll be off in a couple of days. my dad really believed when i told him i got into a gang fight la. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright super shagged im gonna sleep. gym with baby tmr again! hehehehx. just love to loveee you baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight dawg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4555356863471831552?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4555356863471831552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4555356863471831552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4555356863471831552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4555356863471831552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-whats-up.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4859393676269177678</id><published>2007-01-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:57:49.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey! so cool ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained again today. so damn cold la please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby at braddell before heading to city hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby totally wore her new specs today la. so damn super nice la! omg it looks so nice ON ME LA! HAHAHAHA. just kidding. so posh so metro so seksi! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to raffles city for some sexy vintage shopping. haha since wy was looking for this vintage-looking notebooks. well it was quite an eye opener. i always thought notebooks were those $1.50 ones u find at popular. but but but. hell no. if u find a $1.50 one at raffles city ur prolly a very very lucky person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this shop selling super nice notebooks and diaries. omg totally fell in love with one which cost like a freakin 25bucks. another super nice vintage one was like 59bucks? seriously rip off. i cant imagine myself buying it. i will prolly be too heartpain to even write in it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word i write wrongly and i will be like "OMG FUCK THERE GOES ONE PAGE WORTH 20CENTS OMG SHIT AHHHH FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah baby bought a cheaper but super nice and sexy white one. my taste is always of teh 1337. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around. shopped a lil. enjoyed the super nice cold breeze before heading to crystal jade! had noodles. walked around and walked baby home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back. i saw this super touching scene la. this indian couple la. (no racism please.) the guy went into the mrt and the lady stood outside. then when the guy came in. he looked super sad la. could tell he nvr really wanted to leave his girl. then when the train started moving. he kept turning back and trying to get a final glimpse of the lady. then finally when the train was far away. he stopped. looking damn fucking sad. and went to sit down. then he took out his phone and had a quiet word, prolly with the girl la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i was super touched when i saw it la. its like. the feeling when u really long for that special someone. i guess its just so damn difficult to say goodbye. even if u get to see her most of the time. even everyday. u just dun wanna leave her and u wish she could be with u every single min of ur life. i guess thats how he felt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats totally how i feel. even if the last time i saw u was merely 10mins ago. or even for that lil while where ur in the toilet. i just long for ur touch and i just cant wait to have u in my arms baby. everytime ur by my side, nothing in the world really matters. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but but. its really SI to take the train at night. everyone in the train looks so damn down la. like some dead ass train la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to sleep. night sexy-ies! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really really wanna hold you by my side 24/7..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4859393676269177678?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4859393676269177678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4859393676269177678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4859393676269177678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4859393676269177678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyheyhey-so-cool-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-2322188018457340945</id><published>2007-01-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:57:40.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its finally the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd its saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. "i am startin to think that weiying likes sky" has officially become my favorite quote of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m beginnin to sound rlly ridiculous. but thing is. cousin nd cousin ah. honesty. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i dun make sense. but what can u expect from a emohot guy who cries by the staircase =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im gon turn in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few declarations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- her new red specs is hot. as hot as her hp.&lt;br /&gt;- she doesnt like her cousin. gsus&lt;br /&gt;-my new quank obsession wit short guys.&lt;br /&gt;- BREAKIN DOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may tmr be tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-2322188018457340945?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/2322188018457340945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=2322188018457340945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2322188018457340945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2322188018457340945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyheyhey-its-finally-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-6203485332027793750</id><published>2007-01-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:23:40.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school is just plain boringgg. i havent been to flag raising for 3days alrdy and today just when i told myself to stop ponning, there was bad weather. i guess im just not for the assembly thing. know what im saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after school met baby for awhile before heading for training. omg since it was raining mouses and cats, all fields were out and instead we used the track. omg damn crazy shit dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 x 400m sprints.&lt;br /&gt;4 x 200m sprints.&lt;br /&gt;6 x 100m sprints.&lt;br /&gt;8 x 50m sprints.&lt;br /&gt;20+++ circuits at the D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg it was seriously hell and not forgetting the neverending rain, which is still going on now. zz. super irritating. make my bag my hair my shoes my socks my pants all damn freakin wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to town to meet thaithai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting i just felt so damn alone. like everyone in town was so happily roaming about and i was left alone. called and smsed but din get any reply. was scared and i din even know what to do. luckily chew was smsing-ly around. if not i dunno what i would do. walked around the mrt and finally i just sat and broke down by the stairs. i dunno why i just couldn't take it and all those negative thoughts just kept coming thru my head. i guess what my coach used to say was right. "you can't control what others do, but you have full control over yourself." yeap. and right now im just gonna go on loving you soooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby came and we just walked around in the lil drizzle. went to have our favourite wanton noodles at heerens. then shopped around for a antique looking black plus yellow pages (singnet HAHAHA) notebook. but not to mention we were both. well. feeling a lil short on money? yeah u know what im saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright i'm super tired. off to sleep. night. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To meet you is fate,&lt;br /&gt;To hold &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;ur&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; hand is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;To be by your side every single day,&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;There aint no other girl I be,&lt;br /&gt;Than you I love you baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-6203485332027793750?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6203485332027793750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=6203485332027793750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6203485332027793750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6203485332027793750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-is-just-plain-boringgg.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4598036328185956021</id><published>2007-01-08T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:48:26.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD SHAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual school was boring. only nice parts were sneaking off between lessons to go rj to get some snacks or stopping by 7-11 for "free slurpee". super nice la the blue coloured one. anyway if u all dun know. rjc 7-11 is having an offer. 3 slurpees for the price of just $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. shit dawg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause of unforeseen cirCUMstances, only 11 people were at training, and out of this 11. only 9 trained. omg. which meant, fcuking hell. other than drills, did some running too. made us all super tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and i think today must be a really special day or smth la. i felt so bored and wy was away on orientation night, i actually took out my maths ws and started doing the qns. omg. i think the last time i did that was in sec1 or smth. felt kinda gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi my name is brandon and i loveeee to mug. 8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like school. school gives us so lil time together. unlike the holidays we could wake up as late as we want and hang out till the last train. its gonna be hard to get that again since school's on. ah but i will treasure all the times we have baby! city hall tmr! yay its been a long time since we been there. can't wait! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEEEEEEEE. &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4598036328185956021?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4598036328185956021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4598036328185956021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4598036328185956021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4598036328185956021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/two-words.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-7283839719649149116</id><published>2007-01-07T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:21:26.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh weiying is a violin na shou! seriously. hahaha listening on the phone was mesmerizing. at the concert i will prolly melt. but her cold jokes will freeze me up again. HAHAHHAA. loveeeee you sooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh but cant meet baby today. ezlink la. why must charge adult fare. i know she looks like those old lady and run like zoe tay la. but still. its the age that counts right. if the looks count, then she eugene neo would prolly be paying senior citizen fare or smth right. hahahhhaa. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some nice emo songs for a sad soul or the morning blues! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1- everytime. :D&lt;br /&gt;A1- like a rose.&lt;br /&gt;A1- heaven by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard- when love and hate collide.&lt;br /&gt;Lonestar- amazed&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys- i'll never break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys- shape of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden- i knew i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;Trademark- only love.&lt;br /&gt;Anastasia- at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson- you are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;Augustana- Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda old but really niceeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to the gym. work those nehneh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeeeeee. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-7283839719649149116?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7283839719649149116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=7283839719649149116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7283839719649149116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7283839719649149116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhh-weiying-is-violin-na-shou.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1300408919073083712</id><published>2007-01-07T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T01:16:07.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the minute that you got my attention&lt;br /&gt;I was taken and I have to mention&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to not let it show&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I wasn't gonna let you go&lt;br /&gt;From the way that you came right to me&lt;br /&gt;Looking all hot with the style that threw me&lt;br /&gt;No one would've ever known it&lt;br /&gt;You would be the one who take this heart&lt;br /&gt;and hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;br /&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;br /&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're&lt;br /&gt;the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can san say anything you want to&lt;br /&gt;No stress 'cause I understand you&lt;br /&gt;We got a vibe you can't define&lt;br /&gt;Want everyone know that girl is mine&lt;br /&gt;We won't fight and stop and stare at&lt;br /&gt;the way you hold me&lt;br /&gt;You take me there at times&lt;br /&gt;I feel I lose control&lt;br /&gt;Forget everyone but the hand I'm holding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got that extraordinary way&lt;br /&gt;Got to be next to ya every single day&lt;br /&gt;You do something that I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Wanna take the chance and tell you you're&lt;br /&gt;the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please know this&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be right here&lt;br /&gt;And you don't have to look&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere else babe&lt;br /&gt;Don't think for a minute&lt;br /&gt;This love will change&lt;br /&gt;Oh you should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Just look in my eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Look in these eyes, they'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;where this could go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1300408919073083712?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1300408919073083712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1300408919073083712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1300408919073083712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1300408919073083712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-from-minute-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-472283322430564620</id><published>2007-01-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:32:06.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was boringg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school.  headed down to fitness first gym at paragon with kendrick and chew. got a free entry by kendrick. omg the gym there is really fanastic la. they have everything and everything is just tip top. the place is wonderful. equipment is of teh 1337. toilet is super super nice. free towels to bathe. soap and everything. free flow of drinks. its so nice i could do so much more there than at bishan la. yeahh. too bad the membership is sucha rip off la. ohwells. and the people there are just too nice. some random guy kept coming to us as we were doing our sets to help us and talk cock with us. hahaha. and after each set he will come and shakehand hi-5 us la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. hes just too nice that he seems really gay and weird? yeah. kinda creepy too. but i dun care la he really helped alot and my muscles love him. i think. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to dhoby to meet baby! ahh sadly we only had about 45mins since their orientationn grp had a movie show to catch. but well. i'm contented just to see her. even if it was just for a couple of minutes. to me, every second im with her, im really happy and i really treasure it. like what the 9 o'clock show said "contentment is bliss." hehehheex. as long as baby is by my side im contented. really am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-472283322430564620?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/472283322430564620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=472283322430564620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/472283322430564620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/472283322430564620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-was-boringg.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4250889774188338398</id><published>2007-01-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:56:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup dawg. havent been blogging for awhile. hehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEW YEAR EVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby and we bought our stuff! hehehex. my seksi zacket and her not-so-seksi-but-still-quite-seksi zag bag. haha. then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to marina square and waited quite some time for 12am to come. cause like all singaporeans, its in our blood to be kiasu la. haha. while waiting. some fascinating things happened. firstly, BALLOONS FILLED THE SKY! whoaaaaaaa. then some dumb lian next to us went to excitedly use her camera and snap pics of the balloons floating in the sky! OMG. (what a damn no life) anyway. i was just saying she was prolly gonna post it up somewhere with the captions "balloons in the sky nehx. hao kawaii dehx."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIREWORKS@esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehex. it was super nice la. all the beautiful flames. aiya its hard to express. just the feeling of watching it with the one u loveeee. just so damn good. hehehex. (: love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mr romi with chris k1 kasong bryan. talked quite a bit about the team and all. then jun and chew came and we went to pool at cuppage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby came! hehhehex. so happy her dad let her out. like how a master lets the d** out. HAHAHA. kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play pool. 3-0. damn. no challenge. -slappable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to heerens for some food. walked around and went to paragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toy r' us! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally retarded la. shall get wy to upload the pics later. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of school. started off pretty well. meeting all my frens again after a long break. yeahhh. then. some bitches had to catch my damn short hair. omg i seriously dunno wtf is their problem. a lil bit also wanna make noise. cant they be more damn blardy flexible. just a bit out they also want to book u and make u cut and all. like they dun even give us any freedom to look and feel good la. u mean we cant study with longer hair? or our results will be bad if our fringe touches our eye brows a lil? sideburns too long disturb our hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. omg. whatever la. not that im gonna do anything about it. i love my hair and thats that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;went to crash the rj orientation a lil bit.&lt;/s&gt; (:  had lessons blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. met baby! headed off to yishun for dinner. omg yishun and northpoint seem super dead la. everything there is just food and sporting stuff. so damn boring la please. never gonna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha then wy' tried to enter the control station! ahahahha omg she actually thought the person was gonna ask her to go in la. hahahaha! super funny la please. hahaa. &lt;3 you baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i dun like school. it gives us lesser time for each other. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4250889774188338398?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4250889774188338398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4250889774188338398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4250889774188338398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4250889774188338398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sup-dawg.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5338851399688386117</id><published>2006-12-31T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T03:00:13.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im comp is finally up and running again. blardy hell past few days its been so laggy and  the same damn message keeps coming up. "virtual memory low"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya fug that la. if i have that then chew and jun must be like  "virtual memory ZERO. ur comp is so going down horny man." or smth la. considering the amount of porn in their comps. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. met baby and we went VIVOCITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopped and shopped. ate and ate. SHOUTED AND SHOUTED. hahaha. but in the end, WE BOTH BOUGHT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhehehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply cos she hesitated over the nice and oh-so-seksi bag while i didnt know which Zacket to get. both so nice! damn i want both la. come on someone get me one please. please baby? HAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah took the train and baby went off to meet her frens while i went to my uncle's place for NEW YEAR CORE (pre new year dinner-CUM-party). ate alot. alot. ): damn it la. my tummy is becoming as big as baby's la. sighhhhhhh. HAHHAHAA. im just kidding. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRISTIANO RONALDO! ahhh totally admire him la. might consider getting this nike tee designed based on him. hehehehex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR COUNTDOWN WITH BABY TMR! FIREWORKS! AHHHH CANT WAIT! ((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya baby. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5338851399688386117?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5338851399688386117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5338851399688386117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5338851399688386117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5338851399688386117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/heyyyy-im-comp-is-finally-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-2377531007849659166</id><published>2006-12-30T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T01:11:07.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town wit wy. book ticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard ltr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd ate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd espirit has officially become me nd baby's favorite place!! we have been to all branches! vivo, marina square, raffles place, orchard, taka, cines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos everytime we wld go there nd spray the perfume nd come out super nice smellin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its more of the adrenaline rush that we felt when sprayin the perfume nd den runnin away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess espirit has become smarter. puttin the samples RIGHT in fronta the cashier. whatever. their loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught death note two. nd some freak sat on OUR seats. like wth! grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its quite a nice film. L died in the end. but kira died too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie is super predictable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad guys always die in the end right? why!?! why mus they be so hopelessly cliche. dun they know we love kira. ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the plot is awfully complicated for me to grasp. i know. my shallow mind. ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took train to raffles place. nd @#$^$%^$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside the train. this stupid hellava woman kept starin at us.den jus stare nd stare nd stare. through her hideously lookin shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. if u wna stare at ppl. stare openly right, so scared stare what stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvr see ppl wear mickey mouse shirt is it??? nvr see cute ppl before isit? nvr see ugly small eyes big boobs lill boy before?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we jus stared back. , and when she got off the same stop as us, we jus ask her why she stare at us. nd she ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuss her bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i hav lotsa anger stuck up in here. nd i rlly oughta go for some anger management. but . but. but..its . its. still rude to stare right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate satay at laupasat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd drank some awful coconut drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-2377531007849659166?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/2377531007849659166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=2377531007849659166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2377531007849659166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2377531007849659166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-today-friday-went-to-town-wit-wy.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-791959636375138380</id><published>2006-12-27T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T01:54:19.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wit my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd its super hella borin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most fascinatin thing was prolly that we went from j8 to ps to marina square to centerpoint in exactly 2 hours time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd j8 was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that place is srsly disgustin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snoozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aight. gotta sleep soon. byee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd of cos a post abt my trip to desaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beach. the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav a good time nearly gettin drown . nd not to mention. i nearly lost my slippers. know that yello green brazilian lookin slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i nearly lost it in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but looks like Poseidon doesnt want it. so he sweeps it back to me.  i made a joke. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank lotsa heineken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd owned some penishead at pool. whoo. its pweetyy cool how he begs me to let him win one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats abt all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made it back alive. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-791959636375138380?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/791959636375138380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=791959636375138380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/791959636375138380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/791959636375138380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-day-went-out-wit-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-2175474882452003518</id><published>2006-12-25T07:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T07:45:17.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OFF TO DESARU! PLEASE PLEASE DUN RAIN! hehehehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL MISS YOU LOADS BABY! LOVE. 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may u all find the things and ones u love lying under ur lil christmas trees. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-7839348450480962788?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7839348450480962788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=7839348450480962788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7839348450480962788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7839348450480962788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-love-my-one-and-only-thai-weiying.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8718914486329551870</id><published>2006-12-24T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T23:57:15.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyheyhey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry KISS mas to everyone here. i dunno why but i jus find that phrase absolutely catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch a movie wit baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night at the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how lame can the movie gets pls. nd to think i was like super excited abt it. the whole show is basically abt stupid historical freaks like attila the hun , roosevelt..  roamin ard the whole museum. nth big,. i can come up wit better stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd the worst part of the movie was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was daoed by wy throughout the whole show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i apologise publicly to her for being sucha retarded psychopathic freak who always want to see the contents of her hp. nd msges from. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; went to kenchews house for a slumber party. woohoo. how coolness.  we gayed ard a lill bit, den drank this wunderful drink called the JOLLY SHADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. a mus try. its super fkin nice. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd everyone started callin me a dog! wheehee! im so super happy. im a dog nd prouda it! =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 dec&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at ard eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby again. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. get a life. its gettin borin meetin her almost every single parta my life. yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. town is like super (....). ok brace urself for the repeat of that favorite word again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town is like super DICKFESTED,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super bastardly dickfested. its like every step u take, u feel as if u are close to humpin another guys ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all. its rainin. nd rainy days make this xmas seems super dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while everything is dead  our love still remains alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked ard. bought nothing. wanted to buy that gap shirt. but i looked tooo ugly in everything. ahh. why waste the money. might as well stop by  forever 21 nd grab some rag. hawhawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd toilet nd mirror has rly become one of the biggest fear of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby stopped by every mirror to look at herself. nd i m not kiddin. EVERY mirror in EVERY shop in every  TOILET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gsus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home wit baby. cos she had some house party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i absolutely refuse to use the word. CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks as usual. went home to grab some pedigree for myself. absolute yumm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd special joke for this special christmas. tell it to all ur friends nd be assured a wunderful xmas ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are so hot you make my nose bleed.&lt;br /&gt;but you are so cold you make my nose runs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8718914486329551870?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8718914486329551870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8718914486329551870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8718914486329551870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8718914486329551870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/heyheyhey-merry-kiss-mas-to-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4519844301005441394</id><published>2006-12-23T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:11:37.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AS USUAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eventually six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaa. the place is like super dickfested la. haha. dickfest. dickfest. dickfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its no surprise that we bought no shit from there. cos the place. ABSOLUTELY..sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd there is this point of time that baby got so infatuated wit herself in the mirror that one salesgirl asked botha us. " whhaaa. make up room sehxxxx"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw her pls.  GRRRR. of cos i threww back a smart assed reply " yea. LEAVIN THE MAKE UP ROOM ALRDY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugis village rlly look like some dick infested night market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled at tcc. mocha frappe nd mint mocha frappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den walked to raffles place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing on the list. toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt  on the list. topshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third  on the list.  toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth on the list . zARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth on the list. toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i hav so much fun waitin outside the girls toilet. prayin for baby to get the hell outta there. gsus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i rls i rlly suck at bloggin. nd i decide to pass the rest over to brandon yow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd i apologise for spendin one hour outta the five hours we hav on toilet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4519844301005441394?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4519844301005441394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4519844301005441394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4519844301005441394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4519844301005441394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/as-usual-met-baby-supposedly-three-but.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-6885295565383092801</id><published>2006-12-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T02:01:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby woke up like three today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes busy playin wit her sims. honestly. its rlly a retarded game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up meetin at seven. tho we agreed on five earlier on. got used to it .so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd gave her the ugliest softtoy on earth. some freak cow from bearyhip. yucks. dun even know why i bought it. i shldve bought frogs la. at least resemble me right. the more i stare at the mirror, the more i feel i look like a toad. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooled at FUCKY BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid place. make me wait so long for a freakin table. yea. if it wasnt for baby who spent like freakin thirty minutes in the toilet. we wldve gotten a table sooner. $%^$#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gsus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd baby pawned me . 5-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did she get this good. its humiliatin. grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it. since when was i good at anything at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den jus sat at the istana park nd listened to xmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so monotonous lately. cant wait to go sridewa nd tanned my ass off. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. nd illprolly go jump into the water nd drown myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gsus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im becomin rlly random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i feel like a wuss most of the time&lt;br /&gt;*i secretly wish to gas myself to death&lt;br /&gt;*i want a mohawk.but im afraid of lookin weird. im cacophobic.&lt;br /&gt;*i really wna tattoo baby's name on my back&lt;br /&gt;*i get kicks out of going to the girls toilet or female fittin room. esp starin at baby thru the mirror tyin her (...) hair&lt;br /&gt;*i wna gym till my boobs look as big as ... its you if you think you got it.&lt;br /&gt;*i want my mp3 back. i miss baby's green sexy zen vision.&lt;br /&gt;* psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love baby LOTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-6885295565383092801?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6885295565383092801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=6885295565383092801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6885295565383092801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6885295565383092801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-woke-up-like-three-today-shes-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8933877636183710160</id><published>2006-12-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T00:06:39.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 2ND MONTH BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU FOREVER! muackmuackmuack. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8933877636183710160?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8933877636183710160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8933877636183710160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8933877636183710160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8933877636183710160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-2nd-month-baby-love-you-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-2807190690637127966</id><published>2006-12-20T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:21:45.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those who know me well enough would know that the previous post wasnt by me. hehehhex. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes ytd night was super super fun! i said this many many times but the party was really a dickfest. its like freakin 10times more guys than girls. if u used a camera which could eradicate all the girl's body and guy's upper bodies, all u would see are long thick sticks hanging out from between the legs at every angle of the dancefloor. yup. that sums it up. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehheheex. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;when we're together, nothing else really matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-2807190690637127966?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/2807190690637127966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=2807190690637127966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2807190690637127966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/2807190690637127966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/those-who-know-me-well-enough-would.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8587342626642546745</id><published>2006-12-20T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T16:50:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early. but jus to find the shockin news that weiying slept till three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town at six  to shop wit wy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd fuck her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shop so long. make me wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i dunno whats wrong wit her. everytime go out wit her. she ll make me wait forty five minutes. but now that i hav become smarter. i call her first before steppin out of my goddamn house. not to mention toilet breaks nd fittin rooom session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally bought a top at miphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd today is honestly a fuckin cursed day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how many times i get scolded today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first i went into the ladies fittin room nd got scolded by the sales woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i went to two female toilet nd got scolded as well,. ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i sounded so pervertic. but truth is . I AM.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vintage @ attica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain like fkin crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met three of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nd made them run in the rain. =p=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel super glad i brought an umbrella which sadly. got stolen lata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the club was good. music was alright. nd i hav fun humpin other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate macs wit weiying nd her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queue was like super long. nd speakin of queues i hav one funny joke for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i dun cut queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cut P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its funny. -claps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slack ard at the bridge nd took a lotta emo pic of myself. baby sang songs for me. which are rlly nice. irreplaceable by beyonce. omg. O.o she can rlly sing. i mean beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her!I MEAN WEIYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth im super funny today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out. dawg shit. ok callin myself. im a dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8587342626642546745?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8587342626642546745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8587342626642546745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8587342626642546745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8587342626642546745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-woke-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-3170610650528588541</id><published>2006-12-19T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:20:40.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;if only one thing in my life went right forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;please let it be this love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-3170610650528588541?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/3170610650528588541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=3170610650528588541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3170610650528588541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3170610650528588541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-only-one-thing-in-my-life-went-right.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-7462004832763033033</id><published>2006-12-17T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:53:49.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>met baby for her break at vivo. walked around and i tried my super chio adidas jacket. omg its damn nice please. its alrdy so nice on the hanger. imagine it on ME. sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha im just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so headed home and played around with my cousins a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i had some random thoughts in my head. cause on the bus i was just thinking how to lie to my mum to go party on tuesday. so i rmbed about how i actually FIRST started lying to my mum. hehehehx. whose who played wwe cards would remembered. few years back, all day long there would be people outside bishan mrt, sitting around playing cards and trading. so in a desperate state of mind to buy some cards, i told my mum i was going to my fren's house and said "eh dun call his house. it might be engaged or u wont get thru cause we would be using the internet, so anything call my handphone." HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it really worked. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. guess i would be using it again soon. hehehehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you thaithai! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-7462004832763033033?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7462004832763033033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=7462004832763033033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7462004832763033033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7462004832763033033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/met-baby-for-her-break-at-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-4328431251188701729</id><published>2006-12-17T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T02:11:43.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;how i felt when we first met, that girl by brandon yow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;The incredible drum patterns of ya dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ladies and gentleman, the most beautifulest girl&lt;br /&gt;in the world pageant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;brought to you by brand brand brand brand&lt;br /&gt;brandon yooooooooow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I got my eyes on you baby from ya feet up to ya head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;A perfect night itd be if I could see ya in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I wont beat around the bush, Im a be real instead&lt;br /&gt;You need a thug in ya life, is you down or you scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(i'm a very shy n innocent boy please.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Everybody knows when I step in the club&lt;br /&gt;Girls see me and they wanna show me love&lt;br /&gt;I got my chain on, with my shades on&lt;br /&gt;Rockin designer shoes and I sold a million&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;So many girls, but theres one that caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pretty lady so fine she blew my mind, oh my,&lt;br /&gt;cuz shes the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ive been around the world, and seen so many girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;She got a bill and a face like a supermodel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;And her body built just like a coke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;bottle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;CAN AHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it bring it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I think she knows that im tryin to get at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Im a go ahead and try to put in work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Whats your name, whats your number can I hit you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you digging what im sayin let me know whats up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;So baby let me know if I can take you home (take you home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;I just wanna be somewhere where were alone alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cuz youre the one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ive been around the world (around the world), and&lt;br /&gt;seen so many girls (so many girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;She got a bill and a face like a supermodel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;And her body built just like a coke bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare (none can compare) cuz I cant&lt;br /&gt;keep my eyes off that girl (shes that girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it snap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it bring it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Welcome to Singapore, ive seen so many mommys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Overseas the girls ive seen but none compare to you oh baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ive been around the world and back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ive never seen a girl like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now its clear to me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Your that girl for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I done been around the whole world played&lt;br /&gt;with the best of em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But by far baby girl got the rest of em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Shes so blessed from her back to her chest&lt;br /&gt;Got a playa on the quest to try to get her out her dress&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm a good boy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes, Im feelin like I just hit the lotto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;A caramel model shaped like a coke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;bottle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Im a mack on attack like who the hell is that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;When you leave im tryin to be where you at girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;She got a bill and a face like a super model&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;And her body built just like a coke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;bottle&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it snap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it bring it back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it snap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it bring it back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;But none can compare cuz I cant keep my eyes off that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHHHEEX. love you baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-4328431251188701729?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/4328431251188701729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=4328431251188701729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4328431251188701729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/4328431251188701729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-i-felt-when-we-first-met-that-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-6734309386541902049</id><published>2006-12-16T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T12:50:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CITY HALL IS OUR PLACE! love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant see baby today! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to gym then town with the r^2 gang. its been so longgg since we went out together la. finally most of the ppl are back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a too-tha-che! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 ya baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-6734309386541902049?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/6734309386541902049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=6734309386541902049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6734309386541902049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/6734309386541902049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/city-hall-is-our-place-love-it-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5166542067545822057</id><published>2006-12-15T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T17:51:44.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhhh i hate staying at home. all i do is get hungry and i start looking for food. eat eat eat. damn. later my tummy as big as. hehehehehex. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been watching mtv almost the entire day. its super totally cool la please. toally. all the nigga mtv videos are just so predictable. every single one revolves around chicks. the whole video is just watching them. ok well. watching their nehnehpok and listening to the cool shit songs. ahha i seriously dun mind being them for a day. their just super cool. one look at them and u just feel so cool. was catching PIMP MY RIDE! hahaha another super nice show, this time revolving around cars + nigga. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is super nice. that girl by frankie J. sexyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to meet baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dawg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5166542067545822057?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5166542067545822057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5166542067545822057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5166542067545822057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5166542067545822057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ahhhh-i-hate-staying-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-8428363017317876789</id><published>2006-12-15T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:49:55.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Santa can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have been so good this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;And all i want is one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell me my true love is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;She's all I want, just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Underneath my Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'll be waiting here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Santa thats my only wish this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just grant me this one wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-8428363017317876789?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/8428363017317876789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=8428363017317876789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8428363017317876789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/8428363017317876789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-can-you-hear-me-i-have-been-so.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-7116486786521844907</id><published>2006-12-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T00:51:14.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no words can express how much u mean to me. .....love is about being with the person you just cant live without."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby your that someone. i just cant live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you fatty thai weiying! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super hungry so i decided to get some mcdonalds home delivery after encourgement by jun that i wont be fat. "just think of leonard la." HAHAHAHA. hes gonna be so pissed when he sees this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg omg im sitting here eagerly waiting for my mcspicy meal! ahh so exciting! :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-7116486786521844907?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/7116486786521844907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=7116486786521844907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7116486786521844907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/7116486786521844907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/baby-no-words-can-express-how-much-u.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-1404182775695163871</id><published>2006-12-13T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T00:41:05.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BRANDON YOW IS A BAD BOY! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/Photo-0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhh. so gualan. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhhhhhh so rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY THAI WEIYING! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-1404182775695163871?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/1404182775695163871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=1404182775695163871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1404182775695163871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/1404182775695163871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/brandon-yow-is-bad-boy-wahhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-909972652382010679</id><published>2006-12-12T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T03:42:26.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i dunno what to do also. instead of bugging her for an answer, why dun u just let her sort out her own thinking. i dun care how u think about me. cause all i want to do is be by her side every single minute. it's something you won't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-909972652382010679?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/909972652382010679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=909972652382010679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/909972652382010679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/909972652382010679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-660533322777330901</id><published>2006-12-12T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:06:09.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we are back together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh i love you! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-660533322777330901?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/660533322777330901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=660533322777330901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/660533322777330901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/660533322777330901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-back-together-ahh-i-love-you-d.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5433230207593404052</id><published>2006-12-12T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:05:30.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i broke up with thai weiying. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5433230207593404052?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5433230207593404052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5433230207593404052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5433230207593404052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5433230207593404052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-broke-up-with-thai-weiying.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-806154406635961087</id><published>2006-12-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T02:19:38.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;stayed out late last night. sat by dhoby gaunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just listened to my player and clang onto the phone. but no reply from you came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel really miserable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb these words we said by the garden in dhoby gaunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i, brandon yow jie wei, hereby swear that i will love thai weiying with all my heart and will always be faithful to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never let you down baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if loving you with every single inch of my heart and wanting to spend every single min of my life by your side in a world of our own is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'm sorry. i'm guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-806154406635961087?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/806154406635961087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=806154406635961087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/806154406635961087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/806154406635961087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/stayed-out-late-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-3827472047300533386</id><published>2006-12-09T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T11:25:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Love is not about being with the person you can live with, but rather, love is about being with the person you can't live without."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i just can't live without you baby. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-3827472047300533386?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/3827472047300533386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=3827472047300533386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3827472047300533386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3827472047300533386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-is-not-about-being-with-person-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-462601651032721375</id><published>2006-12-07T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:54:13.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's some pics from flight on the way to bangkok a couple of weeks back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/Photo-0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/Photo-0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonard and kasong! be polite boys. be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/Photo-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leonard, in the act of trying to show off his non-existent biceps? good try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymed with leo chew and chris before heading down to dhoby to meet fengshuo to lan. hahaha tho it was just the few of us, had loads of wacky fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went off to meet baby and we headed down to clarke quay! hahaha. AS USUAL. "lets go toilet i need to pee." yeahhhhh. (: hahaha walked around to chinatown. had supper! this time, at this lil shop owned by this really talkative lady? hahaha kept making us order her TOFU! preached about how honesty is the best policy and how we should also make a honest living. yup point taken. no wonder they say the older generation is always the most knowledgeable. well. point proven, i meant the tofu. turned out nice. hahahhaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sit by the river. talked and STYLED MY HAIR! hahahhaa. omg nice nice nice! i like! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner tmr! so exciting! ahh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_DSC00020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-462601651032721375?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/462601651032721375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=462601651032721375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/462601651032721375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/462601651032721375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-some-pics-from-flight-on-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-5832154002177754740</id><published>2006-12-05T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:56:43.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nothings gonna change my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;One thing you can be sure of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nothings gonna change my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The world may change my whole life through but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nothings gonna change my love for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; past couple of days have been totally awesome. totally awesome u get whatcha mean dawg. no shit yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met baby at amk. omg. amk is the most freaky place a guy would wanna be in. firstly, the beng-lian count there is totally outrageous. they practically hang around outside the mrt near cheers just sitting down taking a smoke and doing nothing but giving ppl the creeps about amk. then some dumb lian came to me asking me to buy tickets for her charity drive thingo. 1st time i went "sorry im in a hurry. then went to cheers." then 2nd time i walked out she came again and she actually pushed me asking me to buy. wtf la. crazy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, FAGGOTS! omg i went into the toilet and this blardy dickless guy who looks freaking bangkok material kept freakin staring at me thru the mirrors at different angles la. then when i came out he came with me and kept turning behind to smile at me like this. :) omg. damn scary i tell you. then later we went to mos burger and saw him again at the bus stop! omg. creeps day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed down to NIGHT SAFARI! omg super exciting. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off pretty lost. only place we knew was the. erm. toilet. damn. their toilet kinda &lt;s&gt;erotic&lt;/s&gt; exotic too. hehe. then went to take the TRAM. yes tram. not PRAM. TRAM. TRAM. TRAM RIDE. super cool la. took different trails walked around quite a bit. saw 'cute + creepy' bats to huge sexy elephants. haha. had loads of fun discriminating i should say? haha stupid cheena accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. cabbed down to yishun for supper! omg that brings me to the cab driver. i think he was born outta the wrong hole? he prolly smelt really bad when he came out. the WHOLE trip he din say a thing. give him money also nvr say thank you. tell him destination also no "okay". all he could blardy do was open the door and "GORRRRRRR PUUUIIIIII!". HAHAHAH. and omg baby got really disgusted la. HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had training. then rushed home to get changed and headed down to SENTOSA! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super happy the weather turned out great. too great and now my back is super burnt. like a red turkey and went i wash with soap i look like a christmas turkey dipped in mayo. damn no shit dawg. so anyway took the bus to siloso and we just slacked and tanned in the beach. ahh. the sun was turbo charged too la. awesome baby awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went off to have dinner at harbourfront hawker. nasi lemak with sugar cane juice. heavenly. ahh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"where shall we go?"&lt;br /&gt;"wherever our love takes us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. CITY HALL, we went! haha walked around. baby bought a top from zara. well. its always the same. topshop topman zara forever21 mango papaya durian rambutan..... HAHAHA. got some snacks at candy empire and we just slacked in the breeze. played with my &lt;s&gt;sexy&lt;/s&gt; hair HAHAHAH and listened to the seksi-est most b-e-a-U-tiful mp3 player ever. then. SKYGARDEN. super nice place. i'm gonna spend a night there someday. the air around just has that 'i-wanna-fall-asleep-here' feeling la. so zai ah. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. what a wonderful adventure baby! ahh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please teach me how to fold paper cranes! pleaseeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-5832154002177754740?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/5832154002177754740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=5832154002177754740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5832154002177754740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/5832154002177754740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothings-gonna-change-my-love-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-3470267383993485194</id><published>2006-12-03T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T15:11:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday spent most of the time at home and finally went over to my cousin's place for a light snack and gym. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home and my dad did the most surprising thing thus far. "eh go take the beer from the fridge and drink with me la." hahaha exact words he said. so yeah. drank a lil and went to bed. woohoo manu won again! (: cristiano ronaldo, even tho ur a blardy diver, i still like you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night safari with baby later! so exciting. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone can teach me how to fold paper cranes please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-3470267383993485194?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/3470267383993485194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=3470267383993485194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3470267383993485194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/3470267383993485194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hellooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116488314773395325</id><published>2006-11-30T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T18:39:47.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so i say a little prayer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and hope my dreams will take me there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;where the skies are blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;to see you once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY LOVEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;overseas from coast to coast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I FOUND THE GIRL I LOVE THE MOST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;where the fields are green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;to see you once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY LOVEEEEEEE! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116488314773395325?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116488314773395325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116488314773395325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116488314773395325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116488314773395325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-say-little-prayer-and-hope-my.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116471012254554989</id><published>2006-11-28T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T18:35:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE'RE BACKKKKKKK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg bangcock has been great. undoubtedly the best trip i ever had la. heh. super marvelous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing really happened on day 1. we got there pretty late and everyone was feeling kinda tired from all the traveling so training was cancelled. haha there's no better way to start a tour i guess. (: so we all slacked in the hotels and did some talking about the game the next day. we got kinda fcuked when we were caught drinking alcohol. haha. nothing much tho. we continued drinking alcoholic drinks every single night. hahaha k00lx la. and somemore the drinks there were freaking cockcheap la. could get one barcadi for less than 3bucks. so jun decided to load up on it. but little did he know............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day2= game day! i guess we were rather unprepared in the 1st half and we fell behind by quite a bit. but second half everyone woke up and we totally owned their thai buttcheeks with 3tries and solid def. woohoo. next 2 days were trainings and shopping. ahahha super fun having all the freedom. coming to bangkok to shop with my parents is totally different. with frens there's freedom and all. can roam anywhere. buy anything. ogle at anyone. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OGLING. omg. totally disgusting. at the night market, me and k1 saw this really hot 'chick'. nice body and all. ogled. BUT BUT BUT. to our horror and shock and everything else that can express fear, 'SHE' WAS A FCUKING TRANS. omg. 'her' voice was even more hoarse than mine and her adam's apple is bigger than johnny's dick la. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that. shopping was really fun. bought a couple of shirts and had great fun bargaining. haha. we even pissed one shopkeeper off till he threw the calculator and told us to go away. haha. he think he damn cool la. ohwells. he doesn't realise how many other shops are selling the same stuff as him. looooooserrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha monday=game day! power la. was a pretty tight game and we fought fought fought like crazy. was a draw at 29-29 and at the last min we scored! woohooo! everyone went wild la. hahaha. felt really good. celebrated and i'm happy our tour ended on a high note. let's keep up the good work guys. we'll get better and better and better and better and better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best part i enjoyed was the hotel rooms. haha we had great fun playing poker and blackjack, snacking, drinking, playing pool and messing around. haha. really super fun. but this is the reason why we got screwed for skipping breakfast and 7-11 located din help us much either. haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tour has been really great la. really thoroughly enjoyed myself. im sure everyone else did too. the late nights. the trainings. the bus rides. the card games. the buffet meals. and not to forget the sexy tour polo tee. haha and we got to know each other much better. like. how horny jason is. what a shitty drinker junchang is. that brings me to my point. hahahaha drink half bottle feel high alrdy. drink one bottle face red until can die. talk to him also no reply. hahahaa. and how weird and annoying isaac is. freaking takes 7secs to react to stimuli. COACH RHYS. super fun guy. hahah i shall stop about him here but hes a really cool guy. haha. how funny arif can get. how good everyone can get when it comes to poker. argh. screw that game. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope we can have another tour soon la. super fun. this tour is gonna be kept in our memories for a long time la. i won't forget this team. b div 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time for. QUOTES OF THE TOUR! (HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh lan ehhh. - coach rhys. HAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;sooo zaii ah. - bryan koh. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so real? -bryan koh. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;we dun have to know, we alrdy know. -anonymous. HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;life is short, like johnny's cock. -jun chang. HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaps this tour has been fanastic la. love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love you more. cant wait to see you again!&lt;br /&gt;mishx euu baby. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116471012254554989?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116471012254554989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116471012254554989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116471012254554989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116471012254554989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-backkkkkkk-omg-bangcock-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116424346318643294</id><published>2006-11-23T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:57:43.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby if there's only one thing i did right in my life, it would be being with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116424346318643294?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116424346318643294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116424346318643294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116424346318643294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116424346318643294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby-if-theres-only-one-thing-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116424168985151340</id><published>2006-11-23T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T08:58:37.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre face="verdana" size="11px" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I dont wanna miss one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I just wanna be with you, right here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I just wanna hold you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And just stay here in this moment for all the rest of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause I'd still miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I LOVE YOU. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116424168985151340?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116424168985151340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116424168985151340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116424168985151340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116424168985151340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-could-stay-awake-just-to-hear-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116420657399741358</id><published>2006-11-22T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:42:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night or today morning. whatever you say dawg, is prolly the most enjoyable moments we had together. lying on the benches. singing by the river. walking around the entire clarke quay. sitting outside 7-11 for cup noodles and milo. i really wouldn't mind if yesterday night would just last forever. really wish it could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah gonna be in bangkok away from you for 6days. damn. all the vulgurities. all the times u used your stupid red phone to take pictures with your not-so-good camera. all the times u make fun of balls. all the times we walked around the whole of city hall. all the times we walked around the entire vivocity. all the times i had to wait for you during your not-very-short toilet breaks and lunch breaks. the sexy old shorts and hair! haha. totally gonna miss you. hope im gonna be on ur mind too. bring the rabbit and doggie to work okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is small, there's only space for one and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i won't ever let you go. see you in 7 days time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and between now and then, till i see you again, i'll be loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116420657399741358?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116420657399741358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116420657399741358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116420657399741358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116420657399741358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/baby-yesterday-night-or-today-morning_22.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116419221463751177</id><published>2006-11-22T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:50:22.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>totally stayed out last night. was really a very peaceful and enjoyable night. met new people. had loads of fun with baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with whining outside MOS. ah couldn't get in. so blardy strict la. firstly they din accept ezlinks. then they had double checks by two bouncers at the door and as if thats not enough. they went by d.o.b. so if u only turn 16 in november 24, u can forget about getting ur asschicks into the club. yeap. sorry la. not my fault that im 15 right. u cant blame me. my parents la. they do 3 months earlier can alrdy. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up going to slack outside 7-11 before heading for the last resort. CLUB MOMO! awww well it wasnt that bad la huh. pretty. GOOOOOOOD. (: baby and a couple of frens bought us drinks and we just slacked for. er. okay i dunno how long. time totally seem to fly pass. one moment it was 9pm outside MOS another moment we had to leave momo at 3am. hahaha. club momo, is the sex! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went by the riverside and totally just ignored time and took a break. laid by the river. super relaxing la. i seriously wouldn't mind just laying there. heh. "let's go wherever our love takes us."&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headed to 7-11 for cup noodles! ah sexy spicy seafood with hot milo. wah siaooooooo. before we knew it, the sun had risen alrdy. sang and danced our way to clarke quay mrt, met chew and john,&lt;s&gt; who totally missed the bus stop at newton&lt;/s&gt; and they headed to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah the night was totally great. if only it could just last forever la. heh. gonna be heading off to bangkok with the ruggers for a week. was really looking forward to it tho. sexy plane rides. gonna be loads of fun going overseas without parents and with ur best pals. all the screwing around messing about with gays there. totally k00lx. but now i think of it. im gonna miss alot of things in singapore too. yes its just for 6 days. but. not 1 day, 1 hour without you and im longing for ur presence alrdy. much less 6days. dunno what im gonna do. hopefully i can divert my thoughts to other stuff. heh. i love you baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't imagine life without your love&lt;br /&gt;And even forever don't seem like long enough&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116419221463751177?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116419221463751177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116419221463751177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116419221463751177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116419221463751177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/totally-stayed-out-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116350766559226613</id><published>2006-11-14T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:34:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to extend passport nonsense early in the morning to prevent getting stuck for 2hrs like what happened to chew. poor thing. blame johnny la. if he din like that then u wont have to like that alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then headed down to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;new urban male cum sexy cum muscular cum blardy stupid johnny&lt;/span&gt;. i got two words for ya johnny. FUG YOU. esp for taking one of my mcnugget. we went for the dumbest asshumping interview ever. the blardy manager went off for lunch and we had to wait 2hrs at macdonalds like some lifeless bulls and when we finally met. she gave some gualan look and simply said in the end "okay i will talk to my boss and call you back soon." pull n' bear i used to like u for ur tshirts and ur belts but now, I JUST DON'T LOVE YOU NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new urban male went home and i went off to vivo for dinner. okay not really. watched dinner while i savoured the ever sexy hawt CHOCOLATE ICE KACHANG at vivo kopitiam. ah super nice super nice. everyone should try. the only thing is the old ladies working there take really long thanks to all the sexy stuff they add to the ice. but well. if we wanna see a rainbow we have to bear with the rain! hahaha yes yes super cheem i know. future poet, nobel prize for literature, future shakespears literary stylistics personficationizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokay buaix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lubbbe euu baby! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116350766559226613?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116350766559226613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116350766559226613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116350766559226613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116350766559226613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hoho-just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116334291719831000</id><published>2006-11-12T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:48:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup dawgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with shuo to get some stuff. then headed down to paradiz to lan with all the gang including my cousin. yup thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THOUGHTS OF US KEPT KEEPING ME AWAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;life really sucks. i really dunno what i did wrong. if loving you too much is wrong then sorry i deserve to die for that. but apart from that. what did i do baby? you promised. and now its like that again. you know how it feels? when u keep clutching onto your phone hoping to receive a nice sms from the one you truly desire? okay obviously u dun know. u get smses from everyone. everyone loves u. guys girls they all adore you. but still. why must u treat me like that? its killing me. i really dunno what to do. keith urban aint helping much either. "thoughts of us kept keeping me awake" i just cant get you off my mind. have u eaten yet? what are u doing now? is work going fine? who you with now? are u feeling happy? is anything bothering you? do you miss me? should i go keep you company? i really dunno what to do. someone please save me. please? baby? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oceans apart, day after day&lt;br /&gt;And I slowly go insane&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice on the line&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain&lt;br /&gt;If I see you next to never&lt;br /&gt;How can we say forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took for granted, all the times&lt;br /&gt;That I thought would last, some how&lt;br /&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get near you now&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how we can survive&lt;br /&gt;This romance&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, if I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby&lt;br /&gt;You've got me goin' crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;Or how my heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;I will be right here, waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116334291719831000?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116334291719831000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116334291719831000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116334291719831000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116334291719831000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/sup-dawgs.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116274011213622792</id><published>2006-11-05T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:21:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah my comp totally knocked out the past 2 days la.  its really stupid la. i woke up feeling kinda dizzy and all. then the firewall popped up and i accidentally let the virus in la. how dumb is that. so yeah. no internet and all. if anyone would kindly lend me the windows xp cd to reformat. u can send it to my address at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTANA ROAD&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE 762384623&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TO PLAZA SINGAPURA SHOPPING CENTRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa. alright. friday's training was really crazyyyyyyyyyyyyy. we played like 4 quarters of trial games. like so totally cool huh. no shit yo dawg. (western tone) super tiring la. and if thats not enough, we actually had a light fitness run after that la. dyammmnnnnn my legs felt like jelly after everything yo. freaking ass whooped dawg. k00lx. but looking at the bright side. WE FINALLY HAVE A PROPER RUGBY FIELD TO TRAIN IN. haha yio chu kang field with proper bathing facilities and all. we dun have to depend on the gym-ball look-alike owner of the braddel field to bathe. woohoo. looks like someone's curse really works. its been raining for 5 trainings in a row. damn yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to candy empire! woohoo its candy heaven over there. from sexy gummies to hawt chocolate. i love the pick n' mix la. but blardy hell just when i wanted to have a lil sample session. i looked up and realised the whole celling was filled with lights and CAMERAS. yeah. loads of them. if only it was like 7-11 la. so friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch the padang rugby finals with jun chew and johnny. ahha was really cool watching from the side. so exciting and all. the tackling was crazy. the speed was scary. the players were HUGEEEEEE. hahha. then headed off to vivo to walk around after we got bored. ah wells. training again tmr morning. sigh gotta wake up at 6.30 and take a mrt all the walk to yio chu kang. so not used to it la. alright NEW ZEALAND vs ENGLAND on tv. super cool rugby game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE! (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116274011213622792?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116274011213622792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116274011213622792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116274011213622792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116274011213622792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yo-ah-my-comp-totally-knocked-out-past.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116238618316557043</id><published>2006-11-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T21:04:01.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho life has been really slack la. sometimes too slack for my liking. totally cant find anything to do. and stoning away isnt my cup of tea la. we always dread to get older but now we just dunno what to do with ourselves. awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. trainings have been hardcore and WET. yes WET. i love training in the rainy weather. so cooling and all. but but but. not when the field looks like little india on a sat night plus huge puddles all over the place. dunno why it keeps raining on training times also. must be SOME PEOPLE'S constant cursing and rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. training in the rain is really crazyyyyyyy. freaking hell i drank at least one bottle of soil water and i had soil shit all over my ear la. to the extend when i stick my finger in and out of my ear, i got this pile of black shit which looks like a small cute lil piece of dog poo la. but heres the gist, we din even have water supply to bathe la. so i ended up walking home all brown and dirty and smelly and pest-magnetic la. how sad. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha we recently have been hooked onto the 7 hand poker game on msn. hahaha super nice la! sorry chew. dun worry la. we dun always pwn ppl la ok? (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright off to catch RUSH HOUR 2. super funny la! i love funny shows. esp when there are funny black people inside! (: chris tucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;br /&gt;And just forget the world&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;br /&gt;i love you baby! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116238618316557043?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116238618316557043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116238618316557043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116238618316557043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116238618316557043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/11/boooooo-hoho-life-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116196306210546869</id><published>2006-10-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:31:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho game against hwa chong went well i guess. haha won by quite a bit. (: great job yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DIN MANAGE TO GET BACK AT THAT NO. 13 FELLA! BLARDY HOLLOW HEADED SHIT WENT TO PUNCH MY EAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway. GOOD LUCK TO EVERYONE TAKING HIGHER MOTHER TONGUE O's ON MONDAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;baby your all i ever wanted. &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116196306210546869?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116196306210546869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116196306210546869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116196306210546869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116196306210546869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoho-game-against-hwa-chong-went-well.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116188025941838332</id><published>2006-10-27T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:30:59.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;THREE: GIRL ITS PLAIN TO SEE, THAT YOUR THE ONLY ONE FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ah today was judgement day. got back CT results. sigh. turned out awfully disappointing la. well. everything was pretty average despite weeks of hard work. maybe it just aint hard enough? but i guess theres nothing i can do about it la. its all over people. hopefully the rest of the results are fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SAY NO TO PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hwa chong here we come tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;baby i miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116188025941838332?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116188025941838332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116188025941838332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116188025941838332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116188025941838332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/three-girl-its-plain-to-see-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116177374420839422</id><published>2006-10-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:55:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TWO: JUST WANNA BE WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I can't imagine life without your love&lt;br /&gt;And even forever don't seem like long enough&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've fallen so hard for you baby. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116177374420839422?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116177374420839422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116177374420839422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116177374420839422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116177374420839422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/two-just-wanna-be-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116149199744694252</id><published>2006-10-22T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:39:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ONE: your like a dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im truly madly deeply in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dun mind sitting there the whole day clutching onto the phone waiting for your msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116149199744694252?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116149199744694252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116149199744694252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116149199744694252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116149199744694252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-your-like-dream-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116135605010927506</id><published>2006-10-20T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:54:10.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EOYS OVER.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHH! it feels as tho i have lost all meaning in life, there seems to be no more aim in life, everything's all over the place! awwww i miss exams! HAHAHHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhh! feeel so free. can stone as much as i want. can sleep as much as i want. can **** as much as i want. (guess the word u stand to win a prize!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. training has begun and i guess it din start off very well. as if haze was not enough, today had to rain heavily too. haha honestly the haze has been really bad la. the sky at night is beginning to look like barney's butt la. so purple and gloomy. ohwells. so ended up going to the gym. spent a whole 2 hours plus there. so satisfyingly-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy holidays everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;clutching my fingers waiting for tmr to come. CAN'T WAIT! (:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116135605010927506?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116135605010927506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116135605010927506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116135605010927506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116135605010927506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/eoys-over_20.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116098339553237396</id><published>2006-10-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:24:58.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HCl + CaCO3 ---------&gt; H2O + fugg u chem. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah blardy chemistry paper was a killer. literally killed many many neurons inside of my head. i lost all inspiration la. study so hard for it and im prolly gonna fail it just like that. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this question asking "what was the white powder produced?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the answer was sodium sulphate or whatever la. but guess what i put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milk powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why they make it so difficult for also. they see us fail very happy? usually final year papers are the easiest right? the whole junior block of sec3s were so pissed after the paper you could literally hear chairs and tables flying and hitting all over the place. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for CTs to be over. friday, come come! ((((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116098339553237396?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116098339553237396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116098339553237396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116098339553237396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116098339553237396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hcl-caco3-h2o-fugg-u-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-116048728049568822</id><published>2006-10-10T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T21:34:40.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boollo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these couple of days have been pleasant. sch has been pretty fine. no more tests so its just mugging and all after school. yeahhh. today was full of activities la. ranging from toilet ambushes to friendly fights and screwed up lockers. haha. how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and im so happy. MY NEWEST COUSIN JUST CAME INTO THIS WORLD A FEW HOURS AGO! woooooohoooo! so exciting. hahahaha. she has so much hair at birth la. i managed to make a mohawk with it! hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. everyone's finishing their eoys and we havent even started. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study hard everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-116048728049568822?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/116048728049568822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=116048728049568822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116048728049568822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/116048728049568822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/boollo-these-couple-of-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115988396955645244</id><published>2006-10-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:59:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho! havent been bloggin for so long. ah wells. eoys coming. how sad is that. cant wait for it all to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about grades. i think bias teachers should just take their favourism, climb up the world trade centre, beat on their kingkong chest then jump off. die all u ^#&amp;*@^#&amp;amp;*@^@&amp;*^#*! blardy pieces of mucus. dun like ppl can say right. dun have to go screw up ppl's marks and assignments when u get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say these teachers are pretty smart la. firstly, they realise that tests and quizzes have exact answers so sometimes they no choice but to give you the marks. sooooo. these &amp;amp;#@*(&amp;#@(*&amp;amp;# push for more creative tasks whereby they get to judge u totally based on their own feelings. soooo. they will go find ur name, then go "wah this bastard giving me a hard time during lessons. i make sure i fcuk him upside down now." so in segments like 'pupils' interest in topic', they give u a one/five. woohoo. well done teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, they give damn high marks to those pupils they like. eg. coffin assignment. ppl who spend loads of money buying the materials, building the damn structure, then going thru the trouble to DRAW on it, they get a 17/20. not bad right. thats where ur wrong. for ppl she likes, her blardy cunt brain will see his work and go "WAHHHH SO MUCH EFFORT. DRAW BIT BY BIT." so, this guy who draws the thing out in BLACK AND WHITE on paper, gets a 18/20. woohooo. im trying to refrain from vulgarities, but this teacher makes my blood boil, so fuck you right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. im not gonna go begging for marks like what muggers do. im gonna do well for my common tests and laugh at ur freaking shitass brains when i blardy screw up ur MASTERPLAN to screw my grades up. yay. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115988396955645244?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115988396955645244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115988396955645244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115988396955645244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115988396955645244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hoho-havent-been-bloggin-for-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115919235414953962</id><published>2006-09-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:57:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAAADDDDYYYYYYY MIIIIRRRZZZAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH SO HAPPYYYY! HADY WON!!! AHHHH!  my heart sank when he sang the song again after he won la. just so good! ah. he totally owns la. yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all jon supporters out there, DUN BE SAD OK. both of them were damn good la. both are winners yeah. cheer up yo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but i tot the hady cheer was totally retarded la. hahaha. where got ppl cheer OLE OLE OLE OLE in concert?! hahahaha. they think they watching singapore vs indonesia or smth la. ohwells. hahhaha. feeling kinda sad too. no more singapore idol on wednesday. aiya i hate happy endings. ): its like the world cup just ended or smth la. hahaha. but yeahhhhhhhhhhhh HADY HADY HADY! he totally kicks ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and oh. gayle is damn pretty la. awwwww. hahahaha! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115919235414953962?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115919235414953962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115919235414953962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115919235414953962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115919235414953962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/haaaddddyyyyyyy-miiiirrrzzzaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115910553969254808</id><published>2006-09-24T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:45:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh singapore idol grand finals was really cool! chasing cars was great. but the performance that struck me was hady's "you give me wings"! ah omg it was really damn good la. kinda touched me when he sang it. gave me that kinda feeling when you really connect to someone's voice. the feeling like when i listen to "dance with my father" by luther vandross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah hope he wins, wanna hear him sing it across the whole singapore radio station. hes just damn cool la. born to be cool perhaps. his hair, his smile. hahaha okay i sound damn gay but this is pure admiration and nothing else. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh another weekend has come to an end. went to study at bishan library with anzhen ytd. enriching. then went off to meet fengshuo at town. lan for a couple of hours then headed down to my granny's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells sch again tmr. and training. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream of you,&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest dream would never do,&lt;br /&gt;I'd still miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115910553969254808?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115910553969254808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115910553969254808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115910553969254808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115910553969254808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhh-singapore-idol-grand-finals-was.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115893113503029315</id><published>2006-09-22T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:18:55.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was really great but it just din end the way it should. heh. game against pioneer was okay just couldnt really provide the finishing touches.  i dun even know the score. cant be bothered about it too. cos i know when we play them again it'll be 80-0. confirmed. yeahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to feel so uptight playing on the field alrdy. blardy hell thanks to who? that guy la! the one with the devilish looks and demanding commands. just because i din go according to HIS plan. he comes and totally screw my game up. if hes like that, might as well just play himself right? what the hell. expect me to follow everything he says even tho deep down inside i know it wont work out? just cause i decided to do a lil kick after discussing with my teammates, he blardy shouts at me like im his lil shit toy. blardy pisses me off. its like. i have no damn freedom to do what i wanna and what i have confidence in. he just forces you to do everything he wants. everything i do right he doesnt say anything. anything i do wrong only the starts flaring up like crazy on me alone. dun like me say la. heh. during the team talk. he went "listen to brandon or lennie. they will make a decision. no decision is right or wrong. just make a decision and follow it."  then i did and shit happened. then after the game, another guy went "we shouldnt play like robots." YEAHHHHH RIGHT. contradictry premises. philosophy teacher yip meng fai will be so proud of me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. thanks to everyone for ur encouragement. i really appreciate it. makes me feel much more welcome and right. like what chew and kasong said "at the end they only rmb the players, not the coaches." heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that pretty sums up what i feel. i will continue to train hard for my team and my frens. not for ppl who treat me like crap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I think I dreamed you into life&lt;br /&gt;I knew I loved you before I met you&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting all my life.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your all i ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115893113503029315?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893113503029315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115893113503029315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115893113503029315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115893113503029315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-diary-today-was-really-great-but.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115883864850762247</id><published>2006-09-21T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T19:37:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah havent been bloggin for some time. just plain lazy or just nothing to say bahxzxz. yeahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much has been happening. tests tests and grades are just simply haunting sch life. today was a perfect example. we just had a math test yesterday. then math teacher came into class today. and he went "Boys, i feel very hurt when ppl tell me that the math test yesterday was easy. very very hurt." then he dished out a freakin quiz. yeahhhhh how nice. i din even know anything about that topic so hopefully i can get a mark or two. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go swim after sch but thanks to johnny, when we reached the swimming complex, BOOOOOOM! -thunder. i just knew it la. hes the one la. everytime go out gym or swim with him 9/10 times sure rain la. perfect example, his birthday. 3 days b4 i said "eh johnny i bet ur bdae come sure rain la." and u know what. on his bdae, it din rain. it was a blardy thunderstorm! (: so instead, went off to get a snack and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah game against pioneer sec tmr! BIG GAME GUYS. RAPE THEM! -kendrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to&lt;br /&gt;Give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby, good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;Love you, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115883864850762247?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115883864850762247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115883864850762247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115883864850762247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115883864850762247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyyyyy_21.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115798251413240292</id><published>2006-09-11T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:48:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah first day of sch was utterly boring. nothing but lessons and lessons and more lessons.  every teacher's goingggg "this term is very short. in 5 weeks time its ur common tests............" whine whine whine. tmd. me and jeff are just moaning at how our life sucks thanks to school and the damn workload that we are entitled to when we come to ri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. training turned out, good? yes. cause of the rain, we din get field training so we headed for runs. yeah. this is good tho! f^5! hahahaa. pretty shagged right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boringggggggggggg laaaaaaaaaaaaaa. today must be a very special day since MSN IS DOWN. this is like the first time since dunno when that msn is down la. so bored. well. better be up tmr yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Cause she's bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;She knocks me off of my feet&lt;br /&gt;And I can'help myself, I don't want anyone else&lt;br /&gt;She's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;She's too much for me&lt;br /&gt;But I keep comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;She's just the girl I'm lookin' for &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115798251413240292?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115798251413240292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115798251413240292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115798251413240292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115798251413240292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/heyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115772877772844293</id><published>2006-09-08T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:43:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeap. went to the gym in the morning again. ah its been 5 days of hardcore shit at the gym. hope it all pays off. yeapp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to meet the rest to watch THE HOST. ehhhhhhhyerrrrr. sounds scaaryyyy huh. omg thats where ur so wrong u bleed in ur pants! it has to be the most unexciting monster show i ever watched. like some cheap production. with the star actor looking like someone they just pick up from the hawker's to act a dumb role. but u must admit the lil girl is pretty cute la. hahahaha. ok sorry. but yeah. the show was turning one whole big round just to say that monsters can kill people but people will kill the monster in the end. to put it simply, it sucked. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah feeling so damn emo right now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cause everytime I breathe I take you in&lt;br /&gt;And my heart beats again&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep me drowning in your love&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I try to rise above&lt;br /&gt;I'm swept away by love&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can't help it&lt;br /&gt;You keep me drowning in your love.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115772877772844293?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772877772844293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115772877772844293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115772877772844293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115772877772844293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeap.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115763790560766012</id><published>2006-09-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:34:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PAUL TWOHILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah how sad. hes out of sgidol. well. singapore idol just doesnt look right without him la. all his emo crap and funny movements behind the camera. damnn. i wanted a final 3 male showdown. sigh. i respect you paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO PAUL TWOHILL! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. BIG HELP NEEDED HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS ANYONE WILLING TO HELP ME DO MY ENGLISH ERP ASSIGNMENT! I WILL GIVE YOU, KIND SOUL, A REALLY HANDSOME REWARD. HELP NEEDED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all this shit la. blardy hell. cant even let us enjoy one week of holiday. whole day come up with all this dumb shit ass work for us to do. sometimes i just wonder why we are doing all this shit. put us under so much stress and pressure. "stress and pressure makes u a man and next time u will know how to cope with it". FUG OFF LA. blardy screw up our lives. blardy unfair sometimes i just wish i was in some other sch la. somewhere i wouldnt be feeling so shitty with all these assignments and grades weighing on my shoulders. fuggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Broken, this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up (so broken up)&lt;br /&gt;And I give up (I give up)&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you, so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd let go, but there's just no one that gets me like&lt;br /&gt;you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up (breaking up)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up (like giving up)&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd let go, but there's just no one who gets me like&lt;br /&gt;you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note, for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get&lt;br /&gt;to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I'd let go, but there's just no one, no one like&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115763790560766012?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115763790560766012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115763790560766012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115763790560766012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115763790560766012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/paul-twohill-ah-how-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115755410633982612</id><published>2006-09-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T22:48:26.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh today was utterly fun and funnyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gymed. super crowded today la. really packed. ppl waiting for machines everywhere. like some market la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah then went off to lan and pool. the comps at cuppage are really getting from bad to worse. laggyyyyyy. and out of no where it will just shut down on you la. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we met kendrick and we decided to just roam around town aimlessly. doesnt sound nice huh? well. thats when u are so. WRONGGGGG! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we stopped off at heerens to begin with. walked around hmv. and then kendrick kicked us off. saying we should play truth or dare and do dumb things since we were so bored. so he walked into the dildo shop and ask the cashier how much it cost! HAHAHHAA. BLARDY FUNNY LA. ok if ur interested in getting one for whoever u wanna, its 100plus bucks. yeapp. happy saving. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed down to paragon. and kendrick came up with this idea to do this. "eh we all point towards the sky and say WAH! then run!" HAHAHAH. so we really did it and HAHAHHAHAHAHA. so many ppl fell for it la. they all looked up and there was this OMG WTF HAPPENED-expression on their faces. hahahaha. imagine doing that in the middle of crowded town. hahahaha. best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then. kendrick randomly went up to this angmoh lady and went "hey are u mrs smith? when u coming back to sch? ooops sorry wrong person." HAHHAHAHAHA. wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went INTO paragon. and ken the man does it once again. u know theres this lil shop selling really pretty eraser-lookalike chocolates. then kendrick went up to the shopkeeper and went "hey can i buy chicken rice?" HAHHAHAHAHHAA. OMG ME AND JUNCHANG AND CHEW FREAKIN LAUGHED OUR BALLS OFF LA. omg. that was really a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. every love song simply brings me to her! ahhhh. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everytime our eyes meet&lt;br /&gt;This feeling inside me&lt;br /&gt;Is almost more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;Baby, when you touch me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;And it just blows me away&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close to anyone or anything&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I can see your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;The taste of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you whisper in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Your hair all around me, baby you surround me&lt;br /&gt;You touch every place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it feels like the first time, everytime&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you do what you do&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, it just keeps getting better&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm amazed by you.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115755410633982612?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115755410633982612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115755410633982612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115755410633982612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115755410633982612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ahhh-today-was-utterly-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115745371859551743</id><published>2006-09-05T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T18:55:20.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to gym with chris john and glenn. worked out quite a bit then went for a movie. okay when i was on the bus. something extremelyx10000 turned me off. ok the bus was kinda packed. and then this old man in his 60s walked in. quite surprising he know how to take bus. my grandma's singapore is her 3 room flat. but anyway. yes he came walking in and then this blardy screwed up middle aged lady sat on the other seat and left her fuckkkkinnggggg plastic bags on the inner seat. here comes the most disgusting part. the old man walked towards the seat and signalled that he wanted to sit there. BUT THE FUCKING WHORE CUNTSHIT SHOOK HER HEAD AND TOLD THE OLD MAN TO GO AWAY.  omg. #^@&amp;*#^@&amp;amp;*^#@^@&amp;. then the poor old man just walked and stood at the back. omg fuckkkkkinngggg whorehead man. bitch slut i hope her boobs start to rot and her butt starts to grow long curly hair! she honestly deserved to get cockslapped by us. bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway. here's a good one to lighten things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did the bee cross his legs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;BECAUSE HE COULDN'T FIND A BP (bee pee) STATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHH WAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH RAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115745371859551743?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115745371859551743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115745371859551743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115745371859551743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115745371859551743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/booya-just-got-home-not-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115737923680254022</id><published>2006-09-04T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:13:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah just found out about the croc hunter's death not too long ago. quite sad huh. i watched his documentaries a couple of times and hes one helluva brave person. he talk to croc like how i talk to johnny like that. super sad this tragedy had to befall on him all of a sudden. damn unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess life is just this unpredictable la. everything can happen all of a sudden&lt;s&gt;ly&lt;/s&gt;. so. WE MUST CHERISH WHAT WE HAVE. DO WHAT WE WANNA DO. SAY WHAT WE WANNA SAY. LOVE WHO WE WANNA LOVE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhhhhhhh. anywayyyyyyyyy. went off to play pool and lan the entire afternoon. beats staying at home and rottinggggggg and stoningggggggg. yeahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;been staying here all evening waiting for her! ahhh. :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115737923680254022?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115737923680254022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115737923680254022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115737923680254022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115737923680254022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-just-found-out-about-croc-hunters.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115727065277765382</id><published>2006-09-03T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T16:04:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah its been a blardy boring sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been staying at home doing nothing but watching old dvds. organising unsuccessful outings, shitting &lt;s&gt;and thinking of that dancergurl.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dun u just hate the feeling when ur shitting and even tho u feel there's shit right down there but no matter how hard u push they just wont come out? well the good thing is it keeps u thinking. whether u should continue shitting or just give up. quite waste time but according to my uncle, shitting is the best moments in one's life as its very relaxing. mmhmm. im damn bored;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised they wont be showing brasil vs argentina tonite for some dumbfuck reason. scv din even bother showing rugby matches nowadays. dumb asswhips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant forget those moments. its been keeping me up all day. the feeling of the other guys around really piss me off too. nvr felt like this before. love at first sight? its like. every lvoe song i hear i just start thinking about you. so unexplainable. wish u feel the same way. damn im one love-sick son of a good mommy. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115727065277765382?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115727065277765382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115727065277765382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115727065277765382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115727065277765382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ah-its-been-blardy-boring-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115721206834206884</id><published>2006-09-02T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:47:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and I choke&lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear&lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115721206834206884?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115721206834206884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115721206834206884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115721206834206884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115721206834206884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-try-to-say-goodbye-and-i-choke-i-try.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115715654357790036</id><published>2006-09-02T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:22:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM KRUNKMARKET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg super super fun. started off scary tho. the ticket clearly showed "no crazy id checks", MY BALLS + SOME HAIR LA. go there only some fat guy shouted for everyone to take out their ids if not get out of the non existent queue. mmmhmm. so with the brains of brandon and the power of ezlink cards, got in with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it got pretty boring cos we went in so early. fashion show only started at 11 and we were there by 7plus. so just walked around and enjoy the b-e-a-u-tiful ambience. then came the fashion shop. kinda hawt la. rj's john was there to represent a rugby model too. then a group of malay groups were like making stupid noises to ridicule the performance all the time. saying the dancers look like F4 and all. hahaha. kinda helped lifted up the boring spirits tho. useful ppl. yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the best part! dance! yeahhhhhh! omg that was the best la. shall not say too much tho. danced and got to know a couple of ppl, BUT I NO BALLS TO ASK THE NAME. ): hahahahah. what a good boy. the whole atmosphere was super enjoyable. music. ppl going wild. foam. chicks. shaking. just b-e-a-u-tiful. ahhaha. yeah. my 1st party turned out super well. yeah. cant wait for another party. totally fun i guess. im still a noob tho. need to learn the ropes from ppl like fengshuo and victor. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then took the mrt home. then at tp bus interchange there was this gal playing the 2006 national day theme song on her hp on loudspeaker while i was eating my hush brown la. so patriotic worx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115715654357790036?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115715654357790036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115715654357790036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115715654357790036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115715654357790036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/09/back-from-krunkmarket.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115693615370843396</id><published>2006-08-30T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:11:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from Wild Wild Wet! hahaha so super fun la. all the slides and all. the best was the ULAR. omg. best best. too bad it was for 6 only. so johnny quite poor thing la. well. jun chang will touch his butt and make his day im sure. ah but it was kinda rainy. if it was sunny might have been better i guess. haha. shall upload the pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE THING I CANT FORGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYYYYYYYYYYY ANG MOH chio bu! omg. i dare say shes the prettiest ang moh i ever seen. as in real life la. see on comp so many alrdy. hehehhehehhee. anyway shes really very very very very x100000 pretty. we estimated she was prolly 10-12 yrs old? yeah around there. shes so freakin HAWT and sexy too la. in her green unforgetable bikini. kinda look like those roxy bikini kid model? omg her pretty face just makes everyone's day. ahhh. why did she have to go. WHY. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY. )))))):&lt;br /&gt;WHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"and between now and then, till i see you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'll be lovin' you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;love, me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. SO GAY. ah i think im gonna die of missing her. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to take train home. we occupied the whole row of seats in the mrt la. then this cutie neighbourhood gal with big eyes sharp nose and pretty hair walked and stood nearby. hahahaa. me jun and kasong were happily admiring her. then we turned to leo and chew. hahahahha. we all smiled and realised we have been eyeing the same sweet cute thing! hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess our whole team has the same good taste la eh. no pretty and cute chics can escape our eyes. MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya i miss my angmoh chio bu la. ))))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115693615370843396?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115693615370843396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115693615370843396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115693615370843396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115693615370843396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-back-from-wild-wild-wet-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115686244045172969</id><published>2006-08-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T22:40:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYYYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was b-o-r-i-n-g. sch was quite a waste of time. after sch, went down to my sister's sch to celebrate her bdae with her frens. omg. her frens are. weird? yeah. saw bdae songs ate cakes and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. today, august 29th is both my sister's and kang xiaojie's birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EUU( 2 ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115686244045172969?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115686244045172969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115686244045172969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115686244045172969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115686244045172969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/heyyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115667713240551804</id><published>2006-08-27T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T19:12:12.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeahhhhhhh! arsenal lost and manutd won again! yeahhhhh. what a ownage start. hopefully chelsea drop points tonite too! manutd owns ur arseeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sunday has been rather boring. stayed at home and did nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet fengshuo at bishan swim complex. tanned in the extremely powerful sun as he claims. well. if the sunlight is not strong means the sunlight is weak according to him. so i was just wondering. maybe there are super icemen behind the sun. everyday can control the power. so cool right. who knows la. they might be sitting there playing with some controller to operate the sun while making snowmen with their powerful ice hands? they prolly switched it to turbo mode ytd la. hot like paris hilton like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down to town to shop for a chio singlet. hahaha. omg weekend towning is like watching porn with clothes on? o.0 how to watch porn? hhahaha. anyway heerens and pacific plaza was filled with unfeathered chicks all over. but well. i dun look at such ppl. i keep my eyes to myself. hahahahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. no trng for sec3s till start of term4. all go gym gym gym! HARDCORE SOLIDCORE EVERYONE -SOMETHING-CORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115667713240551804?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115667713240551804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115667713240551804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115667713240551804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115667713240551804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yeahhhhhhh-arsenal-lost-and-manutd-won.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115642606583626742</id><published>2006-08-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:27:45.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was super nice and cool.  after a boring day of shit ass lessons in sch,  headed down to heerens with fengshuo, chris, glenn and jhoornant. walked around quite a bit. looked for chio singlets and all. hahahha. bought my oh so chio NUM brazil yellow-green flip flops! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ah yeah oh yeah. -shaking that ass, shaking that ass-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chew victor leo and all came to join us as we headed towards taka and wisma. omg i swear it was so fun we all laughed our kukubird and our abs started growing as huge as a huge, er, huge watermelon! hahahah we went past super expensive and classy shops like GUCCI and all. hahaha thought of all the funny things we could do. went into some shop with a super long name, then greg suggested, "eh why dun we ask them whether they could exchange 2bucks for 50cent coins?" hahahhaha. then we went in and victor was looking at some 300bucks female wallet. then some malay shop attendant came by and said "this is the new stocks." then victor imitated her tone! hahahahaha. omg. damn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went into HUGE BOSS. omg everyone in the shop really look damn BOSS. the ppl working there also dress like BOSS. the things there also damn BOSS. THE ITEMS SOLD THERE THE PRICE ALSO DAMN BLARDY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOSS&lt;/span&gt;. hahahahaha. blardy hell one blazer cost about 3.5k. one purple tie cost about 180bucks. we calculated and results showed that we could buy 60 ri sch ties with that kinda money. o.0 berii de BOSS indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah so happy! chelsea lost to middlesbro! OMG. blardy bunch of pussies! buy so many players, spent so much money (the money they spend on losers can buy the whole huge BOSS la.) still cannot win a lao-pok team like middlesbro! hahahahhahah! they deserved to get spat on their backside! puiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115642606583626742?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115642606583626742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115642606583626742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115642606583626742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115642606583626742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-today-was-super-nice-and-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115605911984016351</id><published>2006-08-20T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:34:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah woke up today just to find out that thanks to the shitass overated tottenham fc, who cant even win a lao-pok team like bolton wanderers, singapore pools will be safe-keeping my 5bucks. but with all due respect, im sorry but i will have to take it back next week. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. has been a boring weekend. thank goodness epl has began. looking forward to MAN UTD vs fulham later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;I don't mind spending everyday&lt;br /&gt;Out on your corner in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Look for the girl with the broken smile&lt;br /&gt;Ask her if she wants to stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;And she will be loved&lt;br /&gt;i'm still right here waiting.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115605911984016351?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115605911984016351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115605911984016351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115605911984016351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115605911984016351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-woke-up-today-just-to-find-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115573334472836500</id><published>2006-08-16T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T21:02:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE LOST WITH PRIDE. cry no more. we played well. we gone far. so, raffles keep ur heads up high ;because we are going to continue to shine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well got into 2 big shit incidents in one day. not exactly what one will like. and the best thing about them is, both trouble situations were saved by none other than, the tall handsome sexy superman-look-alike, MR TEO CHAI YAO! yes. he had to be there at both situations. lucky star? jinx? mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. started with the hayden thingy. that gualan guy irritated us again and chris swang a chair at him. yeah. then mr teo came by and kinda settled it. tho its not very much settled yet. "keep ur handphones on i might call u anytime." haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the 2nd incident was at the finals. confrontation with acsi ppl. well. ever since the semi finals, they have been looking for trouble with bryan ng and all. today they came to confront us and we began arguing in a huge group. BUT GUESS WHAT. mr teo to the rescue! so cool la! he was like "ok guys. game over. lets go home." hahhaa. then yeah stopped. then at mrt we suay suay ran into them again. haha but nothing much la. they dun seem like the typical ahbengs who think of nothing but taking out their knife from their lanjiao to stab someone's boobs off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i respect mr teo la. the way he handles problems. super cool guy. hes not the sort who just simply call ur parents and get things to them. but he starts to look into things and makes frens with u to understand u more. thats the difference between caring teachers and i-want-my-pay teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english class today was super cool too. haha. since it was about LANGUAGE. we had the liberty to use any language in class to express ourselves. so us and even the teacher were fucking around pretty much. going la "fucks u!" and "motherfucker". hao seh de worxzxz de nehxzx de bahxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to watch channel 8 show alrdy. the elder sister damn pretty la! ahhh! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115573334472836500?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115573334472836500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115573334472836500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115573334472836500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115573334472836500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-lost-with-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115564779071620263</id><published>2006-08-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:16:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>miie ishx happies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah sch was boring. as we had a free period from 10-12.30. jun chang kasong came over to my place and we indeed spent our time well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the last lesson i chiong-ed history and ss assignments! yeahhhhh! big big thanks to jonat glenn leonard junc hang jeff and isbig for their finest contributions to the slow but steady success of the great One (me la.) the coffin i made for history turned out to be pretty nice and chio while the ss seems to be good yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. the biggest thing in raffles is going on tmr! rugby finals! 4.45 at yck stadium! YEAHHHHHH. come on c div. euu can do it nehx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RA-RA-RA-RAFFLES (worx)! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115564779071620263?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115564779071620263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115564779071620263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115564779071620263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115564779071620263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/miie-ishx-happies.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115555658424526510</id><published>2006-08-14T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:18:31.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been blogging for the past few days. i guess homework has been stacking up due to procastinating and all. blardy assignments. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. come support ri in the rugby finals! yio chu kang stadium 4.45 kickoff! all come! yeah its all about the finals now. and besides that, yes i know this is out of point, BUT I JUST COLLECTED MY NEW SPECS! omg! its damn chio! its damn nice! its damn sexy! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch has been boring i guess. esp maths. omg. financial maths. zzz. really can sleep. but as smart as we are. we produce a lil memory for one hell of a boring math lesson. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s57.photobucket.com/albums/g223/rugger_1991/th_Photo-0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115555658424526510?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115555658424526510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115555658424526510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115555658424526510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115555658424526510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-havent-been-blogging-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115521896976310567</id><published>2006-08-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:09:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally back from  bert's house. haha. it was super eventful i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off pretty bad. got really struck in a huge traffic jam on the way to bert's. super crazy jam. &lt;s&gt;esp when u see crazy weirdos waving singapore flags crazily in the car next to yours&lt;/s&gt;. so yes. missed sgidol and the channel 8 show with the chio bu, arriving like super late. tho not the latest la. white leg kasong was kinda worse i guess. stuck in a jam at national stadium's multistorey carpark. zzz. i will rather run out and go crazy then stay inside a stagnant car la. well. so unfair. ministers and all dun get caught in jams. but we ppl do. EVERYONE IS EQUAL. fug that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played super late into the &lt;s&gt;night&lt;/s&gt; morning till like 5. doing stuff like playing ps2, dota, play twister with two weird name-calling girls,  and staring at bert's hot sec1 cousin. hahaha. she doesnt look like a sec1 la. too pretty alrdy. and she has a nice name too. too cheem for me to spell and pronounce la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was super fun. went over to some hawker to get prata and walked back. hahaha. and as retarded as we are. we went to find trouble with something we all know as, dogs. hahaha. we walked around the estate of private houses with dogs ranging from small to big, fierce to CRAZY. hahahha. we went howling at this small dog like dumb arses then it kept barking like the bitch that it is. then we tot it was gone alrdy then all of a fucking sudden, it just appeared out of a small opening in the fence! OMG. &amp;@#*(&amp;amp;#*(@&amp;*(#&amp;amp;. son of a huge pussy help! we were so shocked we ran like freakin madnuts. only jun chang run abit then turn back and continue suaning the dog la. hahahaha. it kept barking but it eventually went back. but knn! while running i ran into chew and blardy fell la. hahahah. pangsai. super excitement la. got kick got kick. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah super tired after only 3 hrs of sleep. NO SCH FOR ME TMR! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lub euu dmp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115521896976310567?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115521896976310567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115521896976310567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115521896976310567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115521896976310567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yo-finally-back-from-berts-house.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115512282875126516</id><published>2006-08-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:27:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bert's hse for sleepover. ahhhhh. midnight multi-racial gay orgy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115512282875126516?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115512282875126516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115512282875126516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115512282875126516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115512282875126516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singapore-off-to-berts.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28140541.post-115504401381172805</id><published>2006-08-08T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:33:33.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SINGAPURA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well sch celebrations are getting from bad to worse. last year i rmb we still had a concert dressing in weird t shrits. this year worse. go around the sch doing really dumb stuff. dead boring. the best thing was the roti prata and the fact that my class not picked to clean up the hall. i feel kinda bad tho. my mum bought me this "i love singapore!" t shirt but i din wear it. ahhaha. well. i think my sch u is "nice enough". (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anw i feel damn kiddy la. like i wanna start my own family with many many kids like that. ahhaha. my chinese teacher's son is super cute la. and and the best thing was. i open my arms to ask him whether he wants me to carry and he actually walked acrossed to ask me to carry! hahahahhaha! damn cute la he! omg. next time i make sure i have loads and loads of kids. one whole bungalow or two penthouse units next to each other! ahhhh. paradise. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28140541-115504401381172805?l=withoutyou-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/feeds/115504401381172805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28140541&amp;postID=115504401381172805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115504401381172805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28140541/posts/default/115504401381172805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withoutyou-.blogspot.com/2006/08/singapura-well-sch-celebrations-are.html' title=''/><author><name>brandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16057589681285784853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
