<?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-6236146</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:07.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'> [[cHançe||change╫NeW §h@pE}]</title><subtitle type='html'>hahx...its gona b juz me n my blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110732665632844358</id><published>2005-02-01T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:44:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey. havent updated in a long time. haha. am doing this in CME class now. lol. im so totally screwed for a maths test tomorrow haha. lol.yes! and we did drumming today. haha. niece said the drumming was fantastic. omg!! so happy for em. yupp.haha. i love u jas!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110732665632844358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110732665632844358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732665632844358' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110510459847980010</id><published>2005-01-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T05:29:58.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey havent blogged in awhile.well yesterday i spent like 3 hours doing maths. and it actually felt good. sitting down and doing serious work feels good once in a while. yuupp. i continued doing it today, still have one more em wkst to do. the loci one. loci's not that bad actually. but i havent started on my am, only like one question which i did at venetia.helped the red cross the yesterday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110510459847980010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110510459847980010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110510459847980010' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110483775134055660</id><published>2005-01-04T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T03:22:31.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh. havent blogged in awhile. hahawell yesterday i received some presents. got the cap from paul. thnx! haha. got some chocs from xh heh. yupp. then today i received my slippers from Nz. haha. thanks niece!! haha. yupp. then i gave out all my flowers ahha. and it was soo cool. they liked it loads! haha. yay.okayy i guess that's all heh. well gotta go nw..byeee~~~ new year rawks! school's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110483775134055660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110483775134055660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110483775134055660' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110450411492807307</id><published>2004-12-31T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T06:41:54.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyy. its 31st yupp. new years eve. somehow today was special=Dokay. anyway. today was a complete lame day. i was super tired. so was jas. so was don. so we stoned. and thats about it. haha.well happy new year everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110450411492807307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110450411492807307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110450411492807307' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110414166366283494</id><published>2004-12-27T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T02:01:03.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. at dvans hse nw. just looked at all his pics and its alot. haha. the water is so blue. crystal clear. and uve got pink trees. really nice. yupp. and the snow and all. hha. damn nice la.well today choir then stayed for committee meeting. talked about some stuff. the teachers are really nice.and now dvan is playing some piano piece. some jap animae thing. haha. its nice. and he's good. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110414166366283494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110414166366283494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110414166366283494' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110404568681581691</id><published>2004-12-25T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:21:26.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shittified!! i have no idea h0w to do my homework. at least for humans u dont need to remember anything specifically for it. i hate maths. it just so totally sucks. i look at it and it just seems like numbers and figuresshit la...talking to borah about it. damn i have alot of stuff to do!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110404568681581691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110404568681581691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404568681581691' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110398326990869706</id><published>2004-12-25T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T06:01:09.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha...am feeling damn happy nw cuz my korkor just called from ipoh to say merry christmas! hahaha. miss him so much. he'll only be back on the 28th. damn. that's long. 3 more days. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110398326990869706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110398326990869706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398326990869706' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110396105429493475</id><published>2004-12-24T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:50:54.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let it Snow Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, And since we've no place to go, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. It doesn't show signs of stopping, And I brought some corn for popping; The lights are turned way down low, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. When we finally kiss good night, How I'll hate going out in the storm; But if you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110396105429493475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110396105429493475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110396105429493475' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110396038838460922</id><published>2004-12-24T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:39:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey. its christmas! the time of the year we've all been waiting for. its the season of giving....yeah. giving others presents feels pretty damn good. i love it when u buy something for someone then when u give it to them their whole face lights up and they go thank you~~hehe.well i bought one last present today. its a cute lil thing. haha cant say..just in case that someone reads my blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110396038838460922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110396038838460922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110396038838460922' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110386637084529164</id><published>2004-12-23T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T21:32:50.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey! i had a great day yesterday. met jason around 11. called my mom and told some lies. damn shit. feel damn guiltywell we went on to holland v. thought i saw joel on the bus but i didnt dare to say hi cuz he looked different. then we went to eat some chicked rice..i was pretty full so i ate a  few scoops. but the coffee was good. then we went walking around waiting for the com shop to open. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110386637084529164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110386637084529164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110386637084529164' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110355987852146366</id><published>2004-12-20T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T08:24:38.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im going back to sg tomorrow.. FINALLY.well i bought a present for my korkor. its kinda nice...hehe. i think he'll like it. i just hope it doesnt melt.welllll, today i saw this reindeer toy. its actually for 3 year old kids. the reindeer is sitting down wearing a black leathr jacket. when u press its left foot, the lights on its antlers light up and it shakes from side to side and starts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110355987852146366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110355987852146366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355987852146366' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110342648871863067</id><published>2004-12-18T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T19:21:28.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dammit! im freaking sick now. ive got a fever that wont go down. its been burning for 3 days already. the medicine that the doc gave me wasnt strong enough to bring it down. lols. its so ironic. also, ive got a blocked nose, runny nose, cough, sorethroat. i cant eat anything, or do anything, and im sleeping 16 hours a day. probably more. damn i hate being sick.the weather in kedah is freaking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110342648871863067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110342648871863067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110342648871863067' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110286595976471198</id><published>2004-12-12T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T07:39:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay...this is officially the last day of my stay in ipoh. well i felt pretty bad throughout cuz they were like following me around just because i wanted to shop. like, my cuz, mom, dad, aunt and uncle. imagine one big group following...its just super weird. and i feel worse. yeahhh well then i bought a couple of bras. haha. my mom was like telling me that 30 RM was really ex for one set then i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110286595976471198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110286595976471198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110286595976471198' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110278759021199535</id><published>2004-12-11T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T09:53:10.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey i watched coyote ugly today and it was such a sweet show. nice show. u can see the girl growing and maturing throughout the entire show and it was enriching. yuppu can always depend on yuelin for a good poem when u need one.well then my cuz came up the room and we watched some one's wedding....the groom had crooked teeth so it seemed as though he had a hole in his mouth. but he was super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110278759021199535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110278759021199535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110278759021199535' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110270101018706602</id><published>2004-12-10T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T09:50:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. im not in malaysia, ipoh. haha. wellli went to kl on dec1 andwe had a nice dinner at tropicana..yupp..had a 10 course dinner and took loads of pics. there was a damn karaoke set there!! haha. sang till 11 and the offed the mics and all so we had to leave.my cuz is singing and singing and it sounds horrible. NOW. and he's asking if he's singing out of tune.okayokay....nvm..well after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110270101018706602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110270101018706602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110270101018706602' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110187174657384583</id><published>2004-11-30T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T19:29:06.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>helllooooo...i slept damn early yesterday..about 11. my mom was on the com searching for some penang stuffs so i was waiting there and then i fell asleep. haha. lols.yeah..niwae...im gg off in a few hours..maybe at around 2. haha. niece's just come back and now im going off! our lit guidebook is freaking screwed up. lols.well ive just packed loads and loads of clothes into an itsy bitsy bag</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110187174657384583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110187174657384583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110187174657384583' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110171867511666991</id><published>2004-11-29T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:57:55.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>listnin to the Bon Jovi Digitally Remastered Cd. its quite good. yeah...i really like Bed of Roses. yupps. saw the tabs and it requires u to stretch u fingers over like 4 or 5 frets. lols. kidding me la.i like Blaze of Glory too. has a kinda ornamental sound.welll i had ballet today and ms tan was sooo smiley. haha. really really smiley. she's so nice when she's nice and happy...havent bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110171867511666991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110171867511666991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110171867511666991' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110163839468858994</id><published>2004-11-28T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T02:39:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well today i watched polar express. it was a pretty nice show. short but sweet. about the spirit of christmas. the animation is good. yeah. walked home in the rain and it felt nice. i felt liberated. haha.well i tried playing a few songs just now. somehow my fingers seem to be super tight today. cant move em. lol. just face it girl. u still suck.yeah..today really no mood to do anything la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110163839468858994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110163839468858994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110163839468858994' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110154628882640639</id><published>2004-11-27T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:04:48.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well...the year's coming to a close..soon anyway...so im gna write a few ty notes to my close frens..hahaoh well...about today, it was a bad day. i just so totally bitch sometimes. lol.well here goes..zhikai: haha. hey ur the first on my list! wanted to do this cuz u'd be back after xmas and proly nt gna use the com very much. well thanks for being an excellent korkor=D and being there when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110154628882640639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110154628882640639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110154628882640639' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110147845246648986</id><published>2004-11-26T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T06:14:12.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehes...finally went out with chris. this is the first official time we're actually gg out since this half year of being partners.she was dressed up like a guy!...hehs. nice pants!well we wanted to go ice skating but unfortunately they were hosting some competition so we couldnt skate. so we went to play arcade. her first time playing ddr so we played it twice. hahas. then we went over to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110147845246648986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110147845246648986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110147845246648986' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110136553066791288</id><published>2004-11-24T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:52:10.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hha...changed to this new template....i like it!..hahas...soo cute..the song accidentally in love will keep playing though. but since there's a player there just click stop lah. lazy to delete it. haha...well......that's abt it i suppose. another lame and boring day for me but today with 4 hrs of ballet. sheesh. well...gna go and tab. or play. bb~~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110136553066791288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110136553066791288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110136553066791288' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110131147964350622</id><published>2004-11-24T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T07:51:19.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha..my korkor just came back from aus..hehe..and he bought me a present! yay..haha..well had a nice long chat with him just now..well today i spent my whole entire day trying to tab the i want you song by electrico. i tabbed the elec guit bt i dont know about the second chord. not very sure. its such a headache. my dad sorta got it but then i think it sounds wrong. dno also..since im nt using</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110131147964350622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110131147964350622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131147964350622' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110122320216084292</id><published>2004-11-23T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T07:20:02.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not fair! everyone seems to be having guitar and drumming lessons now and i dont! i want drumming and guitar lesssons!!!u noe..i think ballet takes up too much time. i think im wasting my time on it. because its pretty much 2 to 3 times a week. can u imagine what i can do with all that time other than dance??...and im getting myself into so much bullshit.1. lit conference2. teaching p5 kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110122320216084292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110122320216084292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122320216084292' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110109918151068078</id><published>2004-11-21T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:53:01.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>am on my way to completing Rob william's book. its called Feel by Chris Heath. and its a good book. havent come across those in quite a long while.well reading it gave me alot of insights into life. haha. Robbie William's life sucks man. it just totally sucks. bt he has alot of gifts from God. it balances out. well he has this attitude prob tt so totally sucks. bt he has charisma and all. haha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110109918151068078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110109918151068078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110109918151068078' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110103551387753656</id><published>2004-11-21T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T03:11:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was another normal day....ballet lesson at 9.30 in the morning. ms tan helped me choreograph a really nice ending to my onshamon. it has this flick developpe and its really nice...hehes...i like the ending. especially the pose. its kinda in a romantic fashion, but that's the theme for the grade.well after that we went to adam's park to eat. the food there is...well...not very good. okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110103551387753656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110103551387753656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110103551387753656' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110096361459900375</id><published>2004-11-20T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T07:13:34.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i went to orchard with my mom. sounds super weird.firstly, she hasnt gone out in ages. i mean like 1 whole entire year. how great is that? and suddenly after her hair cut she feels like a new person and starts getting dressed and announces that hey, we're going shopping! woah. she grabs my earrings, fumbles for my lipgloss, decides that its too thin, and yells for my lipstick. i stood at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110096361459900375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110096361459900375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096361459900375' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110087630217210622</id><published>2004-11-19T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T06:58:22.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehs...today i went out with donovan and jason.was pretty fun lar...first i woke up late..so i decided not to go early to listen to cds. hahas. went there at 11 and realised that they were there waiting for me already. shit. hehs. i do not like to keep people waiting. yeah..then we went to cine to drink. they wanted breakfast but i guess they changed their mind. yeah. then we went to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110087630217210622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110087630217210622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110087630217210622' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110075560744012637</id><published>2004-11-17T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T21:29:46.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heloooo go take my quiz!..http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz_IM.php?quizname=041118001708-639598 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110075560744012637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110075560744012637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110075560744012637' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110069996096162488</id><published>2004-11-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T05:59:20.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up today with a horrible horrible blocked and runny nose. my entire nasal cavity was congested. my eyes were watery and irritating. lols. watched the first CD of shrek then went to see the docs. she put me on this spray. ha. it smells weird....like medicine that u eat, except ur spraying it up your nose. only drawback is that it takes one week to work. so long!watched 3 movies today. Shrek</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110069996096162488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110069996096162488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110069996096162488' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110062310559542331</id><published>2004-11-16T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:38:25.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehs. i dno why im bloggin now osho....like nothing to blog about. got lar....ive got soo much mroe to blog about on the msia trip. it was soo fun. hahas. especially Eugene and Daniel. soooo CUTE!. yay. ahahs. daniel is 10 months old. yah. eugene is....a few years. 5 i think. sooo cute. he can say so many words now..hahas.. he can sing like 5 nursery rhymes...hehes....omg....he's like sooooo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110062310559542331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110062310559542331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110062310559542331' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110058186542714974</id><published>2004-11-15T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:06:27.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>helllllooooooooooooooooooooooooim back!hahas..yay...3 days in malaysia was great. we ate loads and loads of junk foood. loads and loads and loads. in 3 days we finished the whole pack of 20 cones of ice cream, 20 pcks of potato chips, 5 big bars of chocolate, 5 bottles of coke. hahas. we ate those while watching movies. soooo cool k!! watched twins effect. hahas. edison chen is darned hot. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110058186542714974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110058186542714974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110058186542714974' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110024901074906425</id><published>2004-11-12T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:43:30.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i was so bored i went blog surfing. i was like typing different URLs into the Address blank and i found a couple of good blogs. there was this particular blog at www.superbored.com which was darn funny. hahas. well, the blog about tt dude's worst show ever. well his life sounds pretty interesting. yea.after that i went to take quizzess and tests till i got dizzy and sleepy. well. before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110024901074906425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110024901074906425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110024901074906425' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110010111521802133</id><published>2004-11-10T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:38:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a pretty boring day. played the sims for 8 hrs straight. then the com malfunctioned. okay so now cannot play. then i went to sleep for 3 hours then i went for ballet.today was weird. dancing felt great today, and ms tan was pleased. we could tell from her facial expression. hahas. for some reason or another i was quite happy today. hahas. well after that went for dinner. my cousins </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110010111521802133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110010111521802133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110010111521802133' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-110001850437531936</id><published>2004-11-09T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T08:41:44.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. lit guidebook thingy peeeps:Editing has to be done by this week. by sunday.We have to decide on:- Size of the book- Colour or black and white(subtopics, pics or outline)- design of cover page(prob done by niece's god sis)- Binding/ spine- AcknowledgementsWe also have to get a Publisher. Probably the one at coronation. if not then borah's mom's contact. we gotta find out her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110001850437531936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/110001850437531936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110001850437531936' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109993035688261594</id><published>2004-11-08T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T08:12:36.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i woke up at around 7 today cuz my mom insisted the aircon was too cold for her after she bathed and i couldnt sleep without aircon. my cousins were already making a din in my house. played piano, then turned on the com. played sims upon my cousins' insistence. well it is kinda fun...they are definitely much better company than my own two brother other than the constant requests for surf and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109993035688261594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109993035688261594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109993035688261594' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109983424705394133</id><published>2004-11-07T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T05:30:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>super tired..just went out for dinner near courts. then went to turf city to walk around. yeah. that's about it. and i made lunch for the family. lols. it was kinda bad. i put too much soya sauce so every thing was kinda super salty. well nevermind. at least i tried.yeah. tired. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109983424705394133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109983424705394133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983424705394133' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109972095844221045</id><published>2004-11-05T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:05:05.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just finished a book called the Angels of Russia. Its part of a trilogy depicting the fall of communism. Its a good book. yah. here's an excerp:It's hard for us here in the West to understand what the name Magadan conjures up for a Soviet Far East, on the very edge of the empire, as far as you can go without falling into the Sea of Okhotsk. It was the penal capital of the Soviet Union </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109972095844221045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109972095844221045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109972095844221045' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109965288662384032</id><published>2004-11-05T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T03:08:06.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas...linus's expression was SO funny lar. hahahas. well, isabel finally played her solo. she's quite good u know...i was very surprised. then we went to JE to eat then we went westmall and walked a few hundred rounds...yupps.... okayyy tired....show's starting...bb!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109965288662384032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109965288662384032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965288662384032' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109957648154815380</id><published>2004-11-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T05:56:07.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okaywell....i went to school to buy books today. turns out our school bookshop is understocked so i have to wait till end of december to get my chinese books. wont make a difference since im not gona study anyway. okay. i'll read twelfth night. hahas.my dad couldnt fetch me to school today because he was feeling sick. he's been feeling sick these few days...poor dad. i think its because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109957648154815380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109957648154815380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109957648154815380' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109949793413568137</id><published>2004-11-03T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T08:05:34.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just now i had a splitting headache. it was terrible...kinda like a migraine. i had to eat panadol since i didnt wana wait out the pain. well today i went for ballet. during the earlier part of the day my dad was being sooo moody we decided not to go out to eat. i got kinda pissed at him cuz he kept on and on about being a good person and what ever else. and keeping promises. and trust. blehx.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109949793413568137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109949793413568137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109949793413568137' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109940387098091239</id><published>2004-11-02T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T06:00:22.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we had:1. Karen See's Ingenious Math Quiz.It was a catastrophe. Everyone except 3PE ended up sleeping in the Khoo Audi. i wish we had blankets. it was so cold. lol...vivian took my jacket to wear because her own stank cuz of the rain. man...it really stank. hahas. Also, the questions that they asked werent even math questions. like what??!! lols. it was so lame i could have fallen off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109940387098091239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109940387098091239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940387098091239' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109932768078072705</id><published>2004-11-01T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:48:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh. this is it. black. skins. rock. the. world.i still prefer my other michael learns to rock one but this one is more attd. i like attd and i like being attd. although its not a very good thing to be proud of. andrea was like saying that i was not guai. like huh?....me not guai?...huh....i am lorhs. the kiahui spoke up for me*yay..she's so sweet=P* ahhas..kiahui tt girl...always so nice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109932768078072705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109932768078072705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109932768078072705' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109921718672650745</id><published>2004-10-31T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T02:06:26.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more one more one more day.i will survive.hey check out the poem on joel's blog. its so sweet. hahas its good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109921718672650745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109921718672650745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109921718672650745' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109914500186955854</id><published>2004-10-30T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T07:03:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hu the hell is that fucking idiot. wait i dont want to know hu u r. screw you. wth if u dont like me then you dont like me. no need to slander me on MY OWN BLOG. you can go ahead and do it somewhere else i dont give a damn but lay off my blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109914500186955854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109914500186955854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109914500186955854' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109904425831656064</id><published>2004-10-29T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T03:04:18.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last day of school....well it doesnt feel like...because i STILL have o level chinese. i duwannnnnnnnn.....im progressing super slowly.....its not fair! everyone can go out after school everyday and i cant. super unfair.....but what the hell lar............................howhowhow...i cant cover all the subjects in time ...all the sTUPID kes and zhaop jus...i cant remem........................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109904425831656064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109904425831656064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109904425831656064' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109886888604976515</id><published>2004-10-27T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T02:21:26.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i took bus home with gen. quite an interesting experience since im not really a gen-person. yeah. she's quite nice lar...well we talked about choir, school, shopping!!! hehe...that's one thing in commonlol. stupid natheneal is boasting his ass off on msn. SOME TIMES HE CAN BE SUCH A fkin idert!we got all the prizes for talentime today. the food was great! all the chips and chips and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109886888604976515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109886888604976515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109886888604976515' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109868782867239014</id><published>2004-10-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:03:48.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas....crap lar..today we received our personal character analysis. hahas..i'm perceived as having a high ego!!boo. still got. im dominant, decisive, driven, task oriented, impatient, direct, does many things at one go, strong willed, independent. hehs. we were made to take all these down. quite crap lar....but it was darned funny. vivian was a 's'. all 3 of hannah's graphs were like super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109868782867239014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109868782867239014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109868782867239014' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109861173308131353</id><published>2004-10-24T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T02:55:33.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas...this is darn farnie...to all chorusters!..hehs...choir members: THE YOUNG PERSON'S GUIDE TO THE CHORUS In any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses. There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109861173308131353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109861173308131353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109861173308131353' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109852644461933629</id><published>2004-10-23T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T03:14:04.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IM SO BOREDmy msn is screwed up. boo. ive just been trying to study my ass off but it aint workin anymore...i soo soo sooo want my A1. I WANT MY A1. eurghs. i cant REMEMBER ANYTHING i just read 5 minutes ago. i think my brain has reached its limit. maximum capacity. yuckyuckyuck.....howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...very screwed lehxxi likeeeeeeeee evanescence...hehe...so nice.BOO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109852644461933629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109852644461933629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109852644461933629' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109825937988194396</id><published>2004-10-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:02:59.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel freakin bitchified now. what the farkin hella's wrong with me.screw school. i hate school. its after exams now and im still so freakin busy. my ballet cher wants me to go for intermediate classes now. i dont think i will be able to score very well for the coming exam...ive danced so lil this year. at this time last year i remember doing developpes at 90 degrees and feeling the beauty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109825937988194396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109825937988194396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109825937988194396' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109806482922227123</id><published>2004-10-17T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T19:00:29.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello. hahas. im now online in school..boo lah. my comp got caught by microsoft on the other side so im pretty screwed now. no com. sheesh. life's hard.my results are quite good! yay. i PASSED CHINESE by alot by 6.5 marks..hehes. courtesy of christine teo. hahas. damn happy lar. usually i'll be freakin struggling to pass. hehs. it feeeelss goooood.i hateee o level chinese. suckkks. i duwana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109806482922227123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109806482922227123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806482922227123' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109730524706038146</id><published>2004-10-08T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T00:00:47.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey im sososo bored. im dead bored. really bored. i just memorised like 30 sentences from the first to the 3rd chpt of the chinese book. and im so bored already. i have like 20 more chapters to go through . quite screwed. plus all the other stuff. and its already 3pm!. shit lar. no time. i HAVE to finish all 20 ke by today. i have to. if not my chinese is screwed. i dont know why im so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109730524706038146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109730524706038146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109730524706038146' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109722258004252477</id><published>2004-10-08T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T01:03:00.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas. i havent been online for TWO weeks already. actually im not supposed to be online now. supposed to be studying(according to my dad)well the papers were CRAP. were crapped up totally. but then you just need to pass to be promoted. so why not.hahasbesides my parents that is. I DONT CARE ANYMORE.you know, i feel alot cleaner wif the front classes. i dont know. weird i guess. hehx.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109722258004252477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109722258004252477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109722258004252477' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109616618269790911</id><published>2004-09-25T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T19:36:22.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>juz got a new template..hehx..i know now's not the time to do so but well, i neeeed a break. i wanted to get a white template but i settled for this one plain and simple. sounds like me?..hehxi dunt know why all my templates are black. maybe i'll get a hot pink one  next time?..nahx. that's so unlike me.yesterday's farewell was so touching. i was half tearing after charissa's speech. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109616618269790911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109616618269790911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109616618269790911' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109616614039826688</id><published>2004-09-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T19:35:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>juz got a new template..hehx..i know now's not the time to do so but well, i neeeed a break. i wanted to get a white template but i settled for this one plain and simple. sounds like me?..hehxi dunt know why all my templates are black. maybe i'll get a hot pink one  next time?..nahx. that's so unlike me.yesterday's farewell was so touching. i was half tearing after charissa's speech. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109616614039826688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109616614039826688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109616614039826688' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109603755420910629</id><published>2004-09-24T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T07:52:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREAKIN PISSEDthose who dont deserve it get better marks.those who deserve it get worse marks.of course, thouse who really deserve it get outrageous marks.that's not it. my mom is reading my smses and its FREAKIN IRRITATING. and she's questioning me on all the guys smsing she thinks im keeping boyfriends behind her back. she said there was a reason for sending me to an ALL GIRLS' SCHOOL.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109603755420910629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109603755420910629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109603755420910629' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109583875069065372</id><published>2004-09-22T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T00:39:10.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm mm...mugging in process. kind of. i did quite well for bio overall. well...okae lar. i expected higher...could have gotten higher but well...sheesh. its a good mark and i thank God for it.what else. did shit for chinese but hey i passed! I PASSED CHINESE. I PASSED CHInESE. so i wont have to sit with laoshi and talk about how to improve it. I PASSED IT! THANk you God!!hahas..what else...did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109583875069065372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109583875069065372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109583875069065372' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109552089475518047</id><published>2004-09-18T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T08:21:34.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. blogging is a dangerous thing. sheesh.today i went to shop for groceries. it was so fun. i feel darn guilty though. i didnt study. well im going to now.okay. i simply loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i dno. getting good marks. hu doesnt. im stressed. and frustrated. that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109552089475518047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109552089475518047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552089475518047' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109543675799575791</id><published>2004-09-17T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:59:17.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah. i also wonder what's it with malaysian guys. WILL YALL STOP HARRASSING MY COUSIN SIS. just cuz she's chio, she's nice, she's cool, she's perfect u all want a piece of her. cmon. c a chiobu and u go fawwwwwwning all over her. its sick and ridiculous. she's gotten u twisted around her little finger in 5 seconds. is that what it takes?....5 seconds to seduce one?. low down. sick. man. how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109543675799575791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109543675799575791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543675799575791' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109543449542279431</id><published>2004-09-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T08:21:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its already september. soon it'll be october and the car will come. soone it'll be october and xams will come. soon it'll be october and the checking of marks will come. and then we can either all die together or live together.i haveeee to do well. i cant stress the importance of how much i must do well. sheesh. its like...the last chance to prove that i can achieve something academically. i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109543449542279431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109543449542279431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109543449542279431' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109533436246583873</id><published>2004-09-16T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T04:32:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>beautiful poem. dedicated to nieCeEvensong Norreys Jephson O’Conor  A SHEPHERD piping, herald of the Night	Who comes with Silence up the coloured vale,	Treading low gently, clad in greyish white,	Poignantly piping, sound your reedy wail!	For Day departed moves in funeral train	        5Tended by Twilight and, in deepest rose,	The splendid Sunset melts beneath the main	While sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109533436246583873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109533436246583873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533436246583873' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109533562851648532</id><published>2004-09-16T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T04:53:48.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay..i AM kinda worried bout some stuff. let's count how many. one. two. three. four.one is stupid. totally stupid. i can hate myself for it.number is stupider. hehx. i should listen in class. i have. today i had a chat with ms chiam and yesterday i had a chat with mrs lee. pretty scary. been having chats with teachers. im not sucking up or wad...but it feels like..its so weird u noe....but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109533562851648532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109533562851648532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109533562851648532' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109508465392604545</id><published>2004-09-13T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T07:10:53.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OKAY! today's MONDAY! school's sTarting! well im juz gona say something quick, cuz im not supposed to be online anyway.i am going to STUDY HARD this term. these 3 weeks actually. and i am going to WORK VERY HARD. hehx. erm...yeah....and im going to pass bloordy chinese well. and get bloordy As for more subjects. i willl i willlll i muz. hehx. oyeah wana say i miss ya guys totally. ciaoz in sch! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109508465392604545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109508465392604545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109508465392604545' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109495947875785440</id><published>2004-09-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T20:24:38.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>o SHIT. i got my hair cut by an AQUA. a transvetite. EW man. EW. gawd. he was SO incredibly SICK can. i went into the salon and this girl asked me to sit down. then i told her i didnt noe how i wanted to cut my hair yet. so she asked me to let my mom cut her hair first. so i went to the waiting area. and he CAME. oh before that, before i opened the door i asked my mom is that a guy or girl. she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109495947875785440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109495947875785440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109495947875785440' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109491482144527601</id><published>2004-09-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T08:00:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey serious blogs spell trouble. unless u lock it.hahas...there's this pic now on my msn display. its so nice. hahas. well.there's abba on tv now. no fight my dad says. vocals on the dot. well that's true.hehes. and ws is talking about flag day at orch today and how he became a sticker book. hahas.well. been thinking too much yah?..the thing about thinking is after awhile u get sick of it.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109491482144527601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109491482144527601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109491482144527601' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109482745576427690</id><published>2004-09-10T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T07:44:15.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont understand why people choose to hang on to what's left. or what was. hang on to the hurt, the pain, put on a font, act out a pretense, just to keep pulling the wool over eyes. one day the wool is going to tear. you pull and pull it. wool aint elastic. you just pull until it reaches its maximum capacity, either length or breadth, and then it tears. and then everything it's holding up falls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109482745576427690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109482745576427690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482745576427690' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109473352038232113</id><published>2004-09-09T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T05:38:40.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahasmet so many weird people todayfinally met dick. he's quite nice lar.....we played cards together. april was in her sch u...hahahas......then we won! yay. tho we played quite crappily i guess.then i saw paul in taka. was kinda like shiT at first. hehx...we ate at macs..well rice and i bought kfc and brought it over. then the woman like scold us..say we so long then come take. wADEver laR. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109473352038232113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109473352038232113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109473352038232113' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109463878617078340</id><published>2004-09-08T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T03:19:46.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehx. crap lar.today went to eat dimsum at holland. all the prawns were squishy.....eww...felt repelled after eating 2 of em. well..then went to buy bread talk. i got tiramisu!im still eating it nw...its sooo nice..hahas.....like...layers of chocolate slowly melting into your tastebuds..vanilla, dark choc, milk choc.....hahas...and there are layers of frozen cake inbetween. hehx. lurveee it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109463878617078340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109463878617078340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109463878617078340' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109451909384100350</id><published>2004-09-06T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T18:04:53.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas...yesterday i went out wif my korkor..its been ages since i last saw him..hehex...was quite fun lar....amaths lesson wasnt as bad as i had thought it would be...yeah...well i think cuz school seriously drains you of precious energy....and yesterday i was attentive...hahas....well...during e first half anyway..hahas..yepps..and well.....i was breaking kinda alot of school rules yesterday...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109451909384100350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109451909384100350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109451909384100350' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109430929478801122</id><published>2004-09-04T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T07:48:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to school at 9.10 today to hand up bio file....was soso tired. then i read the beginning of the perfect storm. its quite nice really. rather enjoyable, has a prim air about it. kinda cute. yah. listened to choral fest songs again. hehs. it kinda hurts to listen to e songs we sang that night cuz along with it comes with the reminders of our mistakes. well i still lurve the swedish song. ahahs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109430929478801122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109430929478801122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109430929478801122' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109422452053867989</id><published>2004-09-03T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:15:20.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmmmms....yesterday after i went online i went to listen to choral fest 2 Cd. omg i missss u guys and gurls sooooooo much. mish ya all loads!!!!!!haix. i just wish choral fest was longer and the practices more. haix. thanks victoria for sending us all that email. juz wana say that we feel the same way you do. At least i do. hahas. lurve ya loads.hmms.....today mi and chris were taking pics of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109422452053867989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109422452053867989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422452053867989' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109412239357169070</id><published>2004-09-02T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:53:13.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was a thursday. i couldnt resist the temptation to blog.sheesh...i've been eating like a PIGg..listening to 'Better than life' by Hillsong....yah...listening to them just makes me feel so happy and grateful that im with God..yah..and that there are actually people out there who believe in God like i do. i really wish i could go to church. although sermons can be pretty boring i guess...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109412239357169070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109412239357169070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109412239357169070' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109403694561656292</id><published>2004-09-01T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T04:18:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehx. yesterday was the ACES DAY DANCE. wooo. we won 1st for sec3!!!hhas.....well we were really hyped out. i was smiling like a freak. hehs. danced and danced and we really enjoyed ourselves. hahas. then the results were to be announced. the whole class was freaked man. i mean we've been practicing our asses off. yeah i was holding cari and chris's hand. and we won! yay. then we went for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109403694561656292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109403694561656292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403694561656292' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109370950654189591</id><published>2004-08-28T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T09:11:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heys. hahas..i opened this window like 1 hr ago. been chatting straight now its 12. sorry xh...din mean to pangsei one...srs.haahs....this andy low suddenly come and talk to me... he darn crap lar...LOLS...SO LAME..ghahas..bt very farnie. hahso...on the bus today we saw this super duper duper duper duper cute lil boy hu's probably 3 or 4 years old. HE WAS SO ADORABLE. omg....when he smiles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109370950654189591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109370950654189591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109370950654189591' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109361610112807411</id><published>2004-08-27T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T07:15:01.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well this week has been HECtiC. im totally shagged. sheesh. and the week's not over yet. i've still got english oral tomorrow. i hope i do well really. then after that going out with xiuhui and my korkor perhaps?...hahas...dont know yetz. see first.yeah. we've been practicing like shit for music corner. i know alot of classes think we're mad, cuz we've been practicing a damn lot. and they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109361610112807411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109361610112807411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361610112807411' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109361603549160859</id><published>2004-08-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T07:13:55.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well this week has been HECtiC. im totally shagged. sheesh. and the week's not over yet. i've still got english oral tomorrow. i hope i do well really. then after that going out with xiuhui and my korkor perhaps?...hahas...dont know yetz. see first.yeah. we've been practicing like shit for music corner. i know alot of classes think we're mad, cuz we've been practicing a damn lot. and they're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109361603549160859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109361603549160859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109361603549160859' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109310443808459142</id><published>2004-08-21T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T09:07:18.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just hate those shows where the phone rings and rings and no one picks it up. its just so..sick. in the mind.well today was SC open house. man. choir was singing to the Air. there was no one at SC open house lar. its like another CCA day for our school gurls. i finished at about 5. was shouting during the third performance and not bothering to listen to Mrs Goh's playing. hhas. Rachel's voice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109310443808459142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109310443808459142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310443808459142' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109310434505191174</id><published>2004-08-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T09:05:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just hate those shows where the phone rings and rings and no one picks it up. its just so..sick. in the mind.well today was SC open house. man. choir was singing to the Air. there was no one at SC open house lar. its like another CCA day for our school gurls. i finished at about 5. was shouting during the third performance and not bothering to listen to Mrs Goh's playing. hhas. Rachel's voice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109310434505191174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109310434505191174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109310434505191174' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109301362277544307</id><published>2004-08-20T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T07:53:42.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>borderline Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by QuizillaYou're an RGS babe! Considered too blunt andquick-witted to be a demure lady, there arestill existing species who like the new MissIndependent! Kudos!Which school in Singapore suits you most? brought to you by QuizillaTHIs is abit off..hhahas..for fun=D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109301362277544307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109301362277544307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301362277544307' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109301065211984068</id><published>2004-08-20T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T07:04:12.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae...well today im srsly pissed. lols. the couple on TV are trapped in a lip lock. sick. yeah. so my maid keeps using the darn bloordie fone. i got scolded by my dad for not taking care of, "HIS GUITAR". so basicall,its a piss off night for me. lols.well todya was chem test. am really disappointed in myself cuz i forgot how to use formula for the bloordy hydrogen question. hahs. well i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109301065211984068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109301065211984068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109301065211984068' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109283712314091561</id><published>2004-08-18T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T06:52:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas...WHY AM I BLOGGING? man...ew..heheokay. i havent studied for zhidu. and i so do not want to die for the upcoming calculations test on friday for chem. I DO NOT WANT TO DIE. lols. the stupid ad is blocking my posts. very pissed wif it.hmmm juz wana say that class dance is a blast. minli so totally rawks! we finished both our dances today, thanks to cari and minli=D hahas lurve ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109283712314091561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109283712314091561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109283712314091561' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109274916011311563</id><published>2004-08-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T06:26:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oyah..aND This is my fav song...its darn nice. sorry to some pple hum i've been daoing or been acting irate to these few daes. its due to PMS. nth personal=D   this is the censored version. enjoy~~F*** It (I Don't Want You Back) - Radio Edit by Eamon woh, oh, no no noVerse 1:See I don't know whyI liked you so muchI gave you all of my trustI told you I loved youNow that's all down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109274916011311563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109274916011311563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274916011311563' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109274811755375224</id><published>2004-08-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T06:08:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas..i dont know what im doing blogging on a tuesday. well today was a pretty boliaoz day. i slept through all my lessons and only woke up for the dance. hehe..i lurve dancing. sooo fun!..but my memory is quite badd....minli's steps are all jumbled up in my brain...hahasyeahh..taught vivvy and bea the dance. they quite fast. althought vivian was very ambitious. wan mi to show her all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109274811755375224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109274811755375224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109274811755375224' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109255559606357218</id><published>2004-08-15T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:39:56.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okae. blogging now.yesterday we had choirrr. yah. sang through 17 songs. boo. Rachel's voice is quite goood. and i love jazzzzy pieces. hahas.ate lunch with theodora. da school oni allows e rice stall to open on sats nw. SO irritating! isnt it better to have uncle's nice meepok everyday on saturdays rather than rice stall which sells nuggets and rice!then i felt bored. so i went to don's hse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109255559606357218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109255559606357218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109255559606357218' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109240850087396712</id><published>2004-08-13T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T07:48:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i woke up and i felt really tired. been slogging through nights for literature these few days. in the making of a guidebook. hais. tired.im now listening to some dream theatre song. yeah...the pianist is really good. like so good man. so are the drums. so is the guitarist. and whatever instruments you have there. hahs. today we had a pe lesson dancing. minli is really good! hahas. cheers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109240850087396712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109240850087396712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240850087396712' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109230722463202052</id><published>2004-08-12T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T03:40:24.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know,sometimes im just so pissed with my class.our class has no leader. what's a class with no leader?..there's no class spirit. we're all so into our different cliques. so different from each other. hell we get pissed sometimes just trying to work things out. and its not our fault seriously. we're all unique.i dont know where i heard this from. it seems like it has always been taught to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109230722463202052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109230722463202052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109230722463202052' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109205089253308337</id><published>2004-08-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T04:28:12.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas. today i went out wif my korkor. basically we did homework. i did both my emaths worksheets and all my tuition homework. was quite proud of myself. although i was drained totally after that. i have never done so much homework at one shot since sec1.then we went to eat. he went to eat. and i did more homework. then we went to play arcade. hahas. my time crisis sucks lar. booooo. he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109205089253308337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109205089253308337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109205089253308337' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109197762204728209</id><published>2004-08-08T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T08:07:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boo....dead tired. dancing for 5 hours can really kill you sia. i love love love guitars. but i just cant play em well. not yet anyway. hahsand i love singing too...haissss.....not been able to do so for about 1 week. i really miss it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109197762204728209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109197762204728209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109197762204728209' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109184543630946552</id><published>2004-08-06T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T19:23:56.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday was a blast. hahas. went to school, had to put on MAKE UP for a peroformance at the TRACK. lols. sweated and now i got make up in my pores. sick. then went to class and practiced the class dance alil. its soo fun. hahas. den went to meet donovan and da peepos. hehs. he was wearing this green hawaiin shirt. very intriuging. then we went to holland v to eat. and i nevER expected my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109184543630946552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109184543630946552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109184543630946552' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109152481168742346</id><published>2004-08-03T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T02:20:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blehhsss why is no body online?...its 5 o oclock! hahas. i dunt know wad im doing online either. i have a bloordy chinese test yet im not worried. and i havent exactly studied alot. and i feel so so so so so sos os so dead today. my hands are barely typing and i got my leg hoisted up on the back of my sofa. hahas slaaaaccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkbooooo. wad am i gona do on fridaeeee. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109152481168742346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109152481168742346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109152481168742346' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109128953192155850</id><published>2004-07-31T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T08:58:51.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today has been a tiring daywell...went to fmss funfair. hahas. first thing(person) i saw was sean tay. lols. selling garlic bread. then isa and nabi came running. went to haunted hse and they were shaking hands wif the ghosts! hahas. we pissed them off real bad. our guide was really angry. hehs. give attd one. scary. then i had to gowent to esplanade. it was so nice and cooling..hahas...then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109128953192155850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109128953192155850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109128953192155850' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109115137580301250</id><published>2004-07-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:39:52.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay!hahas..choral fest sosososo rawked. hahahas. yest we performed and we were...well, not say very good lar. but we still had fun. i thought all my trials was better than anything we had done before, tho we came in late sometimes. hahas. man i LOVe my choir. hahas. we r so....i dno....its damn cool lar. everyone loves to sing, although the acsi pple were tryin to show off..hehe. and we keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109115137580301250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109115137580301250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109115137580301250' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109102660980543470</id><published>2004-07-28T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T07:56:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahasman choral fest rawked...hahas....the gurl's choir is damn gd...their voices are like so super solid..hahassi love love love love love love listnin to choirs....wana say thanks to everyone hu performed there for making my night enjoyable=D. and Fred Schoberg(sorx for wrng spelling). hahas...love him loads.Kiahui:u looked soooooo adorable...hahas..always smiling. great time up there!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109102660980543470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109102660980543470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109102660980543470' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109092599897320378</id><published>2004-07-27T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T03:59:58.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Big Five Test Results    Extroversion (52%) medium which suggests you are moderately talkative, optimistic, sociable and affectionate. Friendliness (64%) moderately high which suggests you are good natured, trusting, and helpful but possibly too agreeable Orderliness (40%) moderately low which suggests you tend to be unreliable, lazy, careless, and unmotivated. Emotional Stability (40%) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109092599897320378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109092599897320378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092599897320378' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109092511915985774</id><published>2004-07-27T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T03:45:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahasman i cant tell you how much choral excellence RAWKS. WE R HAVING A GREAT TIME!..hahas....today we took section pictures. can you believe e whole alto section went to BK to eat!..hahas....we made loads of noise. so embarrassing. that CELINE lar. hahas..then we played the johnny woosh game. DOTZ. linked it to the JOHNNY in alto. hahs. he's president can?...CAN U BLIEVE IT?then...we took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109092511915985774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109092511915985774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109092511915985774' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109059784958243435</id><published>2004-07-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T08:50:49.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahas....just went to acsi concert......hahas...it was great. the guys were excellent. it wasnt fanciful, but it was one of the few concerts which really captured me. what really caught my attention was the spanish tango thingy from the guitars....i simply LOVE spanishy-latin stuffs. hahas. adore them. the chamber orchestra was SO COOL. i mean how often do you get a whole bunch of guys in one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109059784958243435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109059784958243435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059784958243435' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6236146.post-109040905070341290</id><published>2004-07-21T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:24:10.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok..this week is not as hectic as i had thought it to be. i just realised that without my choir and ballet and staying back stuff im mostly free. free enough to go out everyday and have fun and do mostly whatever i want. hmm. chem test. well im HOPING to score high. *note:use of word hope*haix. prob wont, at the rate my marks are going. mostly i suck at everything. have sucked at everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109040905070341290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/109040905070341290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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fluctuating since then. hmmm. well.....borah says its the coffee...i say its everything. hahaswelll..today was quite ok. had compre and no karen see. hahas. well....quite good lar.and our whole class sang counting crows accidentally in love=Dquite nice. well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/108996572274883621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6236146/posts/default/108996572274883621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceces.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108996572274883621' title=''/><author><name>EmInErA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737059571929620856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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