<?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-6794404</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:37:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standinbyalltheway</title><subtitle type='html'>sadds..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-112349230137288421</id><published>2005-08-08T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:11:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOS` PEOPLE.
LONG TIME NO SEE YEA.
IM LIKE SO TOTALLY IN AGONY NOT BEING ABLE TO GO ONLINE.
RAHH-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-112349230137288421?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/112349230137288421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/112349230137288421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/08/helloos-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-112227415370519494</id><published>2005-07-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:49:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-112227415370519494?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/112227415370519494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/112227415370519494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111942931309519043</id><published>2005-06-22T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:35:13.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love rainer(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love thunder(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love lighter(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love tanner(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love sunner(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love mooner(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we love starer(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
tenor + tanner = tender:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111942931309519043?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111942931309519043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111942931309519043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/06/we-love-rainerwe-love-thunderwe-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111796603959713918</id><published>2005-06-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T18:07:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;eeeha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lou`s house now. later cheryl`s house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lou wants to take pic with mrHIPPO. with her tennis looking self today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she`s taking me in stupid poses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i look ugly today la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some stupid red polo and denim LONG shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were so bored today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caregrp was ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we played this game. then mic was saying i was like cheapo. big time spenders. and. ya. shopperholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after church. we went shaw macs. then tp. then j8. then her hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we sinned at j8 LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it felt great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheapo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big time spenders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111796603959713918?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111796603959713918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111796603959713918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/06/eeeha.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111795449354751432</id><published>2005-06-05T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:54:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;turned off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate ppl who are like so fake and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which is their true self. i have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don know which what who when to believe whatever they`re saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like. contridictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever is all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go work in 77th street. and getalife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like g r o s s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-bawl my eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ihate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111795449354751432?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111795449354751432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111795449354751432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/06/turned-off.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111795367876892089</id><published>2005-06-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:41:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;balloon hat festival thing yesterday was alrights i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think the organizers are a bit shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;play under the HOT sorching weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost fainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea. and our section ppl were like dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yani was like heat stroking. then yilan was like giddying. and i was both. just that i stood there still like a pillar resting. so. i seemed fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sk was the only cool headed one. fanning us and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then val was. no where to be seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but overall it was enjoyable la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheering and dancing like MAD dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was hell loads of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yani and sk pang sehh us to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like ehh. second time already la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but we had fun eating at jackson. thought we were like sneezing and complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was alrights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine this. three ppl sharing a small plate of noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yea. that was us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some desert and stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flute section pigging out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we must start our no junk plan SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we`ve been putting it off since the start of this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will miss val.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flutesection`o5 rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111795367876892089?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111795367876892089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111795367876892089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/06/balloon-hat-festival-thing-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111674461586116392</id><published>2005-05-22T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:50:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;can michelle stop playing the &lt;s&gt;sadd&lt;/s&gt; song on the piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111674461586116392?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111674461586116392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111674461586116392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/can-michelle-stop-playing-sadd-song-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111674125526635478</id><published>2005-05-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T13:54:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;at lou`s house again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with stupid michelle, with the idiotic act guy hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gay i`l say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahhs. nahhs. cute in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to nic`s hse later for bbq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. mic just messed up my hair on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;camera no battery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are &lt;u&gt;having fun&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111674125526635478?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111674125526635478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111674125526635478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/at-lous-house-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111649486081489475</id><published>2005-05-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:44:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lied to you.

&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i lied to myself.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111649486081489475?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111649486081489475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111649486081489475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-lied-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111640031238690541</id><published>2005-05-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:11:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fullstop.
-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111640031238690541?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111640031238690541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111640031238690541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/fullstop.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111617375074837805</id><published>2005-05-16T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T00:22:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;towned today. &lt;br /&gt;
in shorts. &lt;br /&gt;
goodness. &lt;br /&gt;
ugly creature in raggs rocking town. &lt;br /&gt;
but not with my usual girlaye partner though.&lt;br /&gt;
with my. -who`s fault. your fault. f you.- partner. &lt;br /&gt;
ahas. &lt;br /&gt;
thanks for cheering me up with the spastic dog thing.&lt;br /&gt;
though i was like torturing you. &lt;br /&gt;
so called. &lt;br /&gt;
yakks. &lt;br /&gt;
sorry. but i cant betray the trust she have in me. &lt;br /&gt;
so i must keep my mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;
budd i want the lyrics though. &lt;br /&gt;
x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111617375074837805?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111617375074837805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111617375074837805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/towned-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111590761426860955</id><published>2005-05-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:20:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like a total failure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i regret abt the things i`ve done. and not done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not worth anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone.i`ve let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe whadd to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111590761426860955?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111590761426860955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111590761426860955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-total-failure.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111590437484484026</id><published>2005-05-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:30:10.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate dealing with ppl in my life leaving me.
-bye girls. see yall next time. nono. no more next time.
there might be no more next time. today might be the last.
sir was a good guy.
yet we disappointed him many times.
he`s really cute in a way. with his 'mouse' joke.
i cant believe this is all happening.
at first i din thought much of him leaving.
budd now.come to think of it. we wont be seeing
him in cedar anymore.
he wont be buying his fave kokocrunch. or watermelon juice.
me and yilan cannot laugh over his funniness.
his bigbig pocket. his see-thru shirt.
and. ya.. stuffs..
sighs.
budd life is just like that. &lt;br.&gt;
and cherish ppl before they leave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111590437484484026?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111590437484484026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111590437484484026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-hate-dealing-with-ppl-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111521532881097017</id><published>2005-05-04T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:04:16.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jeralyn's mid years are coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so she currently &lt;strong&gt;cant &lt;/strong&gt;come online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;her life been's fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;thanks for caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she'll be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do you miss her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i miss her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;hubby says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;raaahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hundred.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i love you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111521532881097017?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111521532881097017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111521532881097017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/05/jeralyns-mid-years-are-comingso-she.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111459256337054103</id><published>2005-04-27T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:02:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadds wrong now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dint even say anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don want all this to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in anyway. shes just still my &lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not shielding her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now. ive lost a friend. and you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you know im hurting too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop assuming whadd i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did not do anything wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im getting tired of always trying to clear things up. when they did not even happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its pure friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whyye cant you believe me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gone. with the wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;void of emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111459256337054103?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111459256337054103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111459256337054103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/04/whadds-wrong-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111354045601515779</id><published>2005-04-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:47:36.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yakks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone is sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get well soon okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carnt wait for tml. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b1 and b2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rocking the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111354045601515779?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111354045601515779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111354045601515779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/04/yakks.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111329833419372114</id><published>2005-04-12T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:33:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;booboos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;syf's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;daddy says: its okay. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;you can try again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its not the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it will be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;daddy loves mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mommy loves daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111329833419372114?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111329833419372114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111329833419372114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/04/booboos.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111284879979386109</id><published>2005-04-07T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:39:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;good day. bad day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd do you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a happy face. or a sadd face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eeeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nayys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im supposed to smile like an idiot. together with cheryl chewwy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two happy smelly pigs. rocking town. walking the wrong way. chewing mrs field`s brownies. eating nutella bread. eating takopachi. eating portugese egg tart. eating the kuehtutu. piggingout. carrying our ripcurl bag. wearing our green flare skirt. hurting at the bottom of our feet. our heart. the stupid poke poke thing at our ribs. the wind messing up our hair. "ahhs. the damn wind messing up my damn hair" quote cheryl. then. "screams. look *upp there !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats the life of two happysmellypiggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:(   :(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;((:* ((:"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trademark smilies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ilovelaopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*mwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the mood goes up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wont stay up there for long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything crashes down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in less than a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ive never been so ----- since like. last year. yeah. according to nezzy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was damn -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody realizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;announcement: tonghua is a song that makes me angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the bus home yesterday. i realized that tonghua is pianren de.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. the idiotic contradicting me still listens to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i listen to that damn song everynight to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;errgggg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eat shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i see the negative side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111284879979386109?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111284879979386109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111284879979386109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111234195774123015</id><published>2005-04-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:52:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;topsy-turvy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111234195774123015?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111234195774123015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111234195774123015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/04/topsy-turvylife.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111162667629222396</id><published>2005-03-24T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:01:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is my cheryll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes also suffering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;physically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her eyes are swollen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she accidentally ate the medicine which she was allergic to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes not in school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-sobbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have no idea whadd to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111162667629222396?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111162667629222396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111162667629222396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/where-is-my-cheryll.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111154387929270579</id><published>2005-03-23T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T10:11:19.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs. the guy1s not messaging me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;youure happy rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fat mean piggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jumps jumps jumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-beams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moodswings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111154387929270579?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111154387929270579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111154387929270579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/yeahhs.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111136771716697443</id><published>2005-03-21T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:15:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh. im back . for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wed i was out at wildwildwet with cheryl !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are like totallie burned out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peeling like mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the synergiz conference and the planet shakers concert totallie rocked. !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was at downtown east for the past four days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rocked rocked rocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the last day was mad. the queue for the concert was super darn long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then yesterday went to do homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at toapayou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;graffiti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still haven decided..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111136771716697443?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111136771716697443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111136771716697443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/whooosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111123744841429165</id><published>2005-03-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T11:16:44.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yes yes.
jerallyn currently cant blog.
her computer's gone insane.
(:

she will be back.
soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111123744841429165?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111123744841429165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111123744841429165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111061286917369878</id><published>2005-03-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T15:34:29.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacking at lou`s hse now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were supposed to go acs[br] fair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. we were darn late laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry laopo. cannot make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budden. when we were walking to the bus interchange after lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i met my baobeii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ehh hehhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rocks. rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we came back to her hse to change clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaes. we are so late for yf laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept so late last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was talking over the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with who ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holiday homework kills me alreadie just looking at them piling on my darn table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the next whole week would be a hectic week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no time for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111061286917369878?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111061286917369878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111061286917369878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/whoosh.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111021243430162024</id><published>2005-03-07T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T00:20:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went with nezzy to cut her haiir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with prince and my ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. i realized that our song is ocean`s shoshosho. [or however you spell it] yupps. it belongs to us. only us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the past alreadies laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us were like kidds. standing at the mrt front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shouting like we were on some rollercoaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waited darn long for that hairdresser. -man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his name so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs. we sat there for abt 2 hours or more waiting for him laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah. then ex left first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oooos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wangzi : so sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i scared you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just cannot control myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for being there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for hugging me. and your arm around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and knowing that someone cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although you dint do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don feel pathetiic or whadds okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will feel darn badd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wo hao aiinii-  o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuqian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shi you shang le &lt;u&gt;wo&lt;/u&gt; de xin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not i shang le &lt;u&gt;your&lt;/u&gt; xin okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you made me so sadd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us shang le each other`s heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)':        :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are not more mature than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are only a bit older than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OLD.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny conversation in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my one and only tortoise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ke aii de pigg zai xiiang slow.fat.short de tortoise oo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried to put up that upturn smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was hard. budd still i believe i can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111021243430162024?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111021243430162024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111021243430162024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/went-with-nezzy-to-cut-her-haiir.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111010530029273650</id><published>2005-03-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T18:35:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot breathe properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world is pressurising me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe whadd to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dilema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to do or not to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay or walk away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blurt everything out or bottle up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cry or ren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smile or frown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-sobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111010530029273650?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111010530029273650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111010530029273650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-cannot-breathe-properly.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-111004642542240059</id><published>2005-03-06T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:13:45.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when im down. i do idiotiic stuffs.
&lt;div align="left"&gt;i eat. i shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to not think too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to not dwell on matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bought stuffs that i dont need at all today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hairbands. shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ate like a total pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lunch ; tutu cake. mrs fields brownies. juice. takopachi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dinner ; ate at shatec rosella outlet restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;can i stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this whole week was filled with shoppiiing and eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;someone said to me ;  'dont cry okaes. everyday you talk to me over the phone. everyday you cry. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i do not okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i dont cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since when did i cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no way..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-111004642542240059?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111004642542240059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/111004642542240059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-im-down.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110995739302234227</id><published>2005-03-05T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:29:53.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its not your fault.
its just me.
i need to think.
i don wann to let go.
budd. circumstances.
it sucks.
i dont wann to say.
cause i dint know how to put it in words.
when the times comes.
till then will i say.
&lt;br /&gt;
my heart hurts. literally.
i can feel the darn aching of my heart.
i feel like pulling it out or something.
to reduce and take away the pain that i feel.
nothing is going rights.
whadd happened.
its all my fault.
i doubted. and think too much.
its not you. reallie its not you that is the problem.
there is just something so wrong with my mind.
everything is swirling ard.
im keeping the tears.
some spilled out.
budd much would remain there.
&lt;br /&gt;
stop drinking water and therefore there would be no tears to come out.
vitual play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110995739302234227?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110995739302234227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110995739302234227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-not-your-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110995440502952278</id><published>2005-03-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:14:16.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;pang sehh-ded yilan. supposed to go j8 pierce ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budden i decided to be with my laopo cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we both needed each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after sch. we went j8 walkwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took neos. eat eat eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and got scolded the 4 letter word for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. then we sat at mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and started talking and confiding and advicing and stuffs like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talked alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abt her stuffs. abt my stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gives reallie good advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her point of view is like. whadd i don understand. she can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then for donnoe whadd stupid reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did whadd im not supposed to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just kept flowing and flowing and flowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot stop myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flooded the whole table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor cheryl. she dint know whadd to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd her being there was enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and her supply of tissues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eventually. i stopped asap. cause it was like so weird for cheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallie love you so much laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe whadd would happen if you were not with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl. don cry also okaes ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at macs. you looked like you going to burst into tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*huggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want you to be happy laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look for those missing pieces of your faiirytale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when the picture is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want that broken smile of yours to shoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;substituted by the real smile that comes form within you babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will smile with you. for you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuanting rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks for that sms. and that part of your blogpost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we haven winkked in so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lim-my.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110995440502952278?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110995440502952278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110995440502952278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/pang-sehh-ded-yilan.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110986542433595868</id><published>2005-03-03T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T23:57:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks all who patroniised 2/o`s italian food stall today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry to those who preordered and dint get their food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had a food shortage. and the crowd was overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dint had calamari and biscotti for the upper sec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only linguini and baked potato left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we rejected many of the lower sec girlies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the preorder list was like so long. budd i bet we dint even sold to half of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think our total profit cannot even reach 200bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it could have even be higher than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our cost was like over 300bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had like so much biscotti dough left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and mrsfoong refused to let us bake the remaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our group did 2 servings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the other group only did one serving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and one serving is &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got complains. from 4ppl to mrs woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ehhs. like whadd the heck okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we not professional cooks okaes. we carnt garrentee that everybody will like whadd we cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we just do our part in ensuring that the food is edible and healthy to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;complain complain complain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you think so easy to do this job ahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were like cooking and cooking for the first 2 periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then third period was eng.  we had had to go back to class as soon as the bell rung. cause we had to do a timed assignment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and everybody was in no mood laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the food was not even done yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we just like did it asap. then those who finished first just ran down to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bell rung for first recess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the stall was not set up yet. we were still like cooking !?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahs. then when we got there. the gate of the stall cannot open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliaos. then like ppl outside was like banging?! like totallie rowdy and boistrous okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then ppl started coming in from the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they were like. -ehhs. where is our food arhs. we preordered &lt;i&gt;lehhs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like whadd the shit kaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i felt so badd turing those ppl down when the food was sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry yaas?  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then some food toppled over when we were pushing the food into the stall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and shruti and zhiyun was like there oh shitting. and dint know whadd to do. then i had to like give instructions to them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like. -shruti push the food in. zhiyun. clear up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i was helping shruti push in. then zhiyun like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyah. nevermind la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness. that one person from our class darn irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made me cry. like whadd the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was supposed to be angry. not crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyah. only teared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry to those whom i gave attitude to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was a fat pig laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so stressed up and. how to say. stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. whadd rubiish la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhs. ms nadia rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she damn cute laas. and she treated us darn hao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she never scold us. she never scream and yell at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she encouraged us and helped us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not like some others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinghui rocks too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dint know whadd was the amt of sugar  to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then everybody was so flustered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinghui donnoe do whadd. she got the measurements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg. she like so rock la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she never left the home econs once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like helping and washing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. &lt;u&gt;limpinghui rocks.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cooking was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mag was throwing the cranberrys and raisins into my bowl and nezzy`s bowl lil by lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we were like molesting the dough?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn gooey and sticky and... &lt;u&gt;yuckks !&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd its darn nice. though i dont get to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it smells darn tasty !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tan han kiang also rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause he let us off the last period 25 mins earlier for us to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyahhs. eveyone is like blaming each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so not bonded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110986542433595868?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110986542433595868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110986542433595868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/thanks-all-who-patroniised-2os-italian.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110977682655364051</id><published>2005-03-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T23:20:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day when i dont drop any more tears. it means i reallie dont care anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imgivinguphope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110977682655364051?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110977682655364051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110977682655364051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-when-i-dont-drop-any-more-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110969486151679088</id><published>2005-03-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T00:34:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i did the stupiidest thing today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left my so beloved ez link card at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its like i was rushing cause i was late- like duh. then i forgotten to take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after i reach the bus stop then i was like oh &lt;u&gt;strawberry honey ice tea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhs. like im supposed to go out. which equals to needing the card badly. sheeesh. then i borrowed from someone laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. i need to announce something : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maths class test ; 17/40  failed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;higher chinese ; 27.5/60 failed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however. for chi. yulaoshi counted my marks wrongly. so i passed. barely scrapped through laas.  30.5  xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit common test ; 21/25.  passed !  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then geog test today was. erg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forgotten everything abt plantation agriculture canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;test started late. ended late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so was late for the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with wenn peiting and lily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked from cine to ps then back to cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long story laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whoosh. and i saw mavis at ps. shes still so tall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and. i saw christina at cine. budd i think she din see me though. i suddenly spotted her. ahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we saw brigette. in cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. so in the end we watched howl`s moving castle. in cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice. so kawaii. -quoted from the show. ahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. reached home late. yes. got scolded. whadds new rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im kinda getting numb to all these feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like whadd the heck. you dont know whadds going on in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyday coming home is like total torture to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whaddever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway. did i say how much i aii my wangzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like have no choice budd to tell herr stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd wangzi. to tell you the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd i said aint all true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to tell you the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. i still want to bluff myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will tell you everything someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neways. loveyoubabe` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im disliking my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like whaddever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pushes everyone away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- jeralyn cries. inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110969486151679088?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110969486151679088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110969486151679088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-did-stupiidest-thing-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110950127597038335</id><published>2005-02-27T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:47:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sat. 21o2o5&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to nicholas`s hse for combined care grp outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met louisa before that. and went to eat at deli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met the others. and obviously faithians are always late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lou and i happened to be there early.[a few mins later] cause we were alreadie at tp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadaas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his hse was a darn far walk from the interchange laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my thighs felt like they could break..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposed to play some water games in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd nahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause many girls bufangbian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only left me and lou. and rach. budden she got no costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. we din play in the end !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the security guard was weird. and irritating too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooohs. we played dodgeball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i like donnoe whyye went to run into the way of the ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so im dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then played yf`s fave game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;captain`s ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh~ it was fun laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. although me and lou were on diff teams. we still laughed abt the same stuff that happened. and giving each other -looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwiahahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after like an hour or so. we went up to his hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and please. the guys were sitting in front of the sushi plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and swoooning over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything ended abt 7++ 8 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuppers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then lou cheryl and me went to j8 to walkwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl was so dreading that place laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;covering her face and walking ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd did we do there ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hrmms.. walkwalk. din buy anything though. broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. ate at the food court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the person behind us was gross la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;showing censored areas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we took pics with my cam !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im gonna post lou`s fierce looking pic here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch out yaas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;today.220205&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omgomgomgomg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn irritating laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lou should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;photocopycat ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kill mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whaddever laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get a life babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in less than 24 hours youure back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to straighten out my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carnt wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to feel that tingle down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that chilly feeling when i see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just smile to myself. or to the comp. or to my stupidd handphone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope youure allrights yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no injuriies. no paiin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no smellysmelly pigg !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110950127597038335?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110950127597038335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110950127597038335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/sat.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110935161951345877</id><published>2005-02-25T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:13:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25th jan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy one month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for you. or for me. or for both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110935161951345877?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110935161951345877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110935161951345877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/25th-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110935659959033384</id><published>2005-02-25T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T02:36:39.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should have just pon sch today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a total waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the cab fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. i cabbed to school for no reason. though i was not going to be &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to reach sch at 845.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left the hse at 815.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually with my usual speed of walking. i should have reached school just in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however. with the inability and immobility of my thighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i slowly strolled to the main road. slowly raised my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there came the cab. instantaneously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and please. the cab driver dint know the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i like have to lead him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please. my chi sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cannot differenciate zuo from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was trying to figure that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then blahhs. here came the most idiotiic comment of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-ni de lao shi mei you jiao ni she mo shi zuo shi mo shi you.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uhhs !!  i was totallie insulted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like insulting him back a thousand sentences in english la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. ren. yes. renning away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i was zuo. no. you. you. yes you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the driver was like you. you. right. right. issit?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like uhhs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;darn. the fare was 6 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was suppose to go shoppiiing with part of this money. and there it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i pay to get insulted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and whadd the. i could have been late. or not even going to sch. they bluff ppl. they never take attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sat there listening to the talks. and sorry. i carnt help budd erg. the whole way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms poon was so naggy laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those classes under her were like released halfhour later?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes funny. budd shes long-winded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh. so sorry exlaogong. i dint bring the planetshakers form thingy. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eva like finally cut her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes. i agree. you two look alike laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no doubt abt that. just have that hairband on. and -woah. pretty shot there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. whaddever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;townned with laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. with our hurt legs. we still walked the whole of orchard many many times. from fareast to pacific plaza. to cine. to heeren. to fareast. to wisma. to taka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. the list goes on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im a sinner. and i hate myself for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;60bucks gone today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a top. &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; ripcurl bag. the shiny thingy. loads on &lt;u&gt;food&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd im satisfied with today`s products though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo bought the 2 halters. &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; ripcurl bag. the shiny thingy. herr bikini. little on food. = abt 90+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spendthrifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got our retribution. whenever we walked down stairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we would groan and moan like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laopo said i sounded like i was in labour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd cannot help it laas. darn pain canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our snack. no. &lt;u&gt;my&lt;/u&gt; snack was from auntie annie`s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. pretzel rocks. passion fruit rocks not that much. budd still rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw bihuan and claire laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were not in uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then me and laopo wanted to sit at the taka stairs there and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before that we were looking ard and finding seats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i coincidentally saw them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i couldnt wave at them. cause my hands were loaded with stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i just move my loaded hands from side to side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and smiled. with straws in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; before that met pamela.ernest and someother unknowns at wisma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pam looked so cute with the sac[?] uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looked like sailormoon. no offense !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuppers. for lunch we ate at longjohn in fareast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no one is looking at me eat this time~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i told her abt -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think that was the first time i asked someone not in it for advice sorta thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs. whadd she said was so true. i thought of that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;subsitute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tell me it aint true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shall close my eyes and let everything pass me by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to hear the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the truth hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to hold on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd holding on is definetely not the solution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just letting my mind run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110935659959033384?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110935659959033384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110935659959033384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-should-have-just-pon-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110924659629379874</id><published>2005-02-24T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:06:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 days without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kept wonder whadd you were doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mind is so screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like thinking. hrmms. when is the sms going to arrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wanted to sms. nayys. you cannot reply also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;missyouloads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tml is the 25th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy one month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im celebrating it without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you remembered though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110924659629379874?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110924659629379874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110924659629379874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-days-without-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110924637382544990</id><published>2005-02-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:17:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wed. 230205&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw you walking off. and obviously you din see mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was at the opposite end of where you were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never mind that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeesh. whyye you came so late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd thankfully. i saw you on the way to class. thanks to my late studying and walking darn slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then seeing you again after my pe. your recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came to school dammn early this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposedly went to find you budd someone`s not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then saw yilan. and talked to her abt her track pants. ahas. darn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooos. i was holding the hse tee that nicole wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then on the way to courtyard. she suddenly call my name from behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahas. she so funny. her smsses also so cute ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe her a testimonial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and before flag raising. me and yuanting were spastiic laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were showing each other each other`s shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i was weaing her cedar shorts. and she was wearing her sis. or her pri school shorts. plmgs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadaas. and she kept telling me not to mess up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. don worry babe.  (:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. history and chi was. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im prepared to fail chinese common test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that`s the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din even know how to do &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; of the questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reallie. ! not bluffing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. i want to cry alreadie laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole paper was filled with scribbles and cancellation marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its an ugly paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for history. i din do the first question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only at the last few minutes. i scribbled some lame sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which was totallie irrevalent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sadds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tests were all horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you are gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din give you whadd i wanted to give you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw the email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after sch went out with louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time. it was i waiting for her. not her waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost died under the weight of my bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to town we go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is just so mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we went to cine to look at my a bag that i wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she said that the bag was okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd she told me to walk ard and look for others before i buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i said. the other place which sells the bag that i wanted was in far east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she wanted my to buy it from cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she din want to walk all the way there. and if i din find it. we have to walk all the way back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; after buying the bag and walking to fareast three hours later. i saw my most desired bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same price la. and it was nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bbrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could spend like 40bucks in less than 15 mins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;argh. budd i resisted and din buy that top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haish. im so rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa said i was a spenthrift. cheryl wong too. jinghan too. loads of ppl say that. i carnt help it laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoppiiing is my way to let go off stress. and to forget stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ate lunch at longjohn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. she looked at me eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and at the same time. picking at my fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everytime im out. the ppl with me will look at me eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they enjoy doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. louisa saw her sch mates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuppers. and left town at 615.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was supposed to reach my grandma`s hse at 6 for reunion dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then louisa waited for my bus to arrive.almost. then she left to take her bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hees. im dammn touchedd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love herr laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to the doc`s after dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the docter who looked like mr sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was so haggered and blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;din talk as much rubbish as last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my mom was so badd laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talking abt spending 50 bucks at the docs. then whadd i must take care of myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110924637382544990?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110924637382544990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110924637382544990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/wed.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110900110044186557</id><published>2005-02-21T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:51:40.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;science common test was horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first question and i was alreadie -huhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left a lot of blanks la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and our beloved science teacher only gave us back the wkshts which are supposed to be tested this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how great rights? yes. so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she expects us to pass with flying colours when we got nothing to study for? hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think shes madd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maths test was. how to say. everybody said it was a killer paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. it killed me right on the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can do is can do la. budd. donnoe whether its the right method and formulae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhs. and the oh so great quadractic thingy. i only realized it was being tested late last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;band was. ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seokkian and yilan dint come. got some stuff to attend to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then only left val yani and mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual. yani had to leave for piano lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. she left earlier. leaving me sitting all alone there. in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;val went to eat or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i prac all by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how nice rights? yupps !  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after that. someone told me something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which totallie pissed me off. and saddens me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however. i have nice friends to give advice and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that person :  stop back-stabbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and stop talking bad behind a person`s back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you so bu shuang then come tell me straight in the face, if you have the guts that`s it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gut-less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop acting like the are my thousand year old friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it totallies scare me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imagine how fake can you be la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need not have a person like you existing in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have had enough of fakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are redundant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go away and stop talking rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don make me hate someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have decided to ignore you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110900110044186557?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110900110044186557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110900110044186557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/science-common-test-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110898698366424490</id><published>2005-02-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:56:23.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesterday`s sermon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;marriage and commitment and priorities.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;male&lt;/u&gt;`s top priority : sex fulfillment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;man`s brain filled mostly with sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-reality of life, we girls must accept and understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd priority : recreational companionship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-man always looking for playmate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;during courtship. man expects girls to follow them to watch soccer or sports they are interested in. however. after marriage. slacken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-guys wants girls to follow to follow them wherever they go. budd when they are together. they would surely quarrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd priority : atractive spouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when lady goes out of shape. the guys would question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys feel embarassed when seen together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th priority : domestic support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expects wife to stay at home and keep the house clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5th priority : attraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys wants the lady to praise him. eg. look good today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;woman&lt;/u&gt;`s top priority : affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-huggs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-tell her you love her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-call her during the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gifts on special days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-help her with her chores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2nd priority : conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-needs a listening ear to pour out sorrows to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd priority : honesty and openness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-dont keep secrets. share them with one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-then wife can trust you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th priority : financial support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5th priority : family commitment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-wants guys to take care of the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110898698366424490?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110898698366424490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110898698366424490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/yesterdays-sermon.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110882894183995169</id><published>2005-02-20T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:02:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;nice  ;  nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bad  ;  bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:    ;    ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110882894183995169?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110882894183995169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110882894183995169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/nice-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110874747052978794</id><published>2005-02-19T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:24:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni ke zhi dao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wo aii nii. xiang ni. nian ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shen qing yong bu bian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110874747052978794?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110874747052978794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110874747052978794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/ni-ke-zhi-dao.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110874662963846913</id><published>2005-02-19T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T01:10:29.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-click.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ouch. that is a sickkening sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate listening to that sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i rather me listening to it. then you listening to the dead phone line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you let your imagination runs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think of things that are.. maybe coming true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it wont come to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont mean whadd i say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just.. feeling green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today was a badd day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd thankfully my rescuer came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. whadd much help can she give. as in cause she does not even know whadd happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was telling cheryl and inez. whoever comes to my rescue. i will love the person with all my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yelps. someone appeared when i was walking out of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my speed then- 2 seconds per foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she catched up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i glad i have you. my belovedd rescuer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110874662963846913?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110874662963846913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110874662963846913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/click.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110856713713846983</id><published>2005-02-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T23:18:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhs. i realized i spelt my chi name wrongly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;qiuxia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not quixia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110856713713846983?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110856713713846983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110856713713846983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/ohhs.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110856566646899304</id><published>2005-02-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T22:54:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks for that hugg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallie needed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadds wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imgonnasmilelikenthshurtingme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday yilan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went seoul garden with yilan and val to celebrate yilan`s birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too bad seokkian cannot make it. her jap laoshi so scary la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;val is a shui tong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rate she drinks water is like the rate of me eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we kept on eating beef !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiis. we basically just eat meat meat meat. no vege at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the kimchi soup damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its good being a junior. ppl would cook for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahas. no laas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yilan damn hilarious la. she wrapped her hand with tissue paper. so that the oil would not spurt and burn her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there was this girl who sat beside us. then she was like staring at yilan`s hand. thinking that yilan has fractured her hand or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ice there not so nice. budd. bet sk would be damnn jealous la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was strawberry icecream. budd i din touch it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i ate all the other flavors except that okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after eating and sk`s jap lesson. we met her. then walked to fareast. then to hereen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a while. val got to leave for tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i met my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dalaogong&lt;/span&gt; . ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pia jacqueline chandra zhang ruo lin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wooos. miss her to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. she donnoe for whadd reason. pulled me somewhere i donnoe where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pangseh yilan sk for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to go meet jonathan. errs. i think jac`s madd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. we took pics ! cause coincidentally i brought my cam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fate. its just fate babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went back to find yilan and sk. walkwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then sk got to go for tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so leave the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smsed jac and asked her if she wanted to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to kill her. shred her to pieces. and burn her butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so went pp macs. by someone`s plead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;studied a lil bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left at 8 reached home abt 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooopps. i din sms you to say that i safetly reached home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaes. im home safetly now.  ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i owe ppl loads of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chem lab is just so a good place to slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tried that. it was kinda comfee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yu laoshi was so mean during chi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was twirling my thumbdrive in my hand. not listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she called me to ans question cause she knew that i was not paying attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i er. ans la. budd my chi sucks. so. she was like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;qiuxia jia you. quixia jia you. quixia jia you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was laughing my head off la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she talked a lot of crap. whadd next time i talk or present something in chi. then my friends have to be beside me cheering me on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quixia jia you. qiuxia jia you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;conclusion: shes a madd teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110856566646899304?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110856566646899304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110856566646899304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/thankks-for-that-hugg.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110839885302727120</id><published>2005-02-14T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T00:34:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just marriedd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whooosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy valentines everyone out there reading this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this year. im celebrating valentines day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;officially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sweet so sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i saw the gift. i immedaitely wanted to hug and kiss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. a bit the not conveniant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;iwasjustsmilingtomyself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all jitters inside of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd im so sorry we carnt spend this valentine together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will make it up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;defintely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached sch shuper damn early. to give out prezzies !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who got the windmills with the ring hung there. laopo. yuanting. eva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope your like it yaas? i love that prezzie laas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eva. your ring is super damn special. you better treasure it okaes. if not i take it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then the others who got some socks and stuffs stuffed inside of it. remember ! there &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; something inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and please dont complain that it is one-sided sock. cause i kept the other side la !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. who got the plaster chocolates must not eat it ! keep it okaes. they are dammn cute canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prince ! i like your so called prezzie. they are darn sweet la. you copied out the lyrics !! goodness. *mwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl laopo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenn`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuanting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;valerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seokkian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yilan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bihuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quincy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lydia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinkks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;charlene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deborah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yongen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eugenia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;belle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. and many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my valentines day was spent in sch !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im soooo proud of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after band went to toapayou with seokkian.yilan and chinghong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. we went to eat 'ice' again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we itchy backside. ate some other stuffs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i shared this plate of friedcarrotcake with chinghong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she totallies hate vegetables and beansprouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes a meat lover la. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of us are the ice eaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going out after band tml to buy yilan`s prezzie with sk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im broke. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;valentines` day gifts have robbed me of my wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to slp. i need to slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im still sick. and im passing my germs to everybody ard me. -quoted from someone. i donnoe who. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss you ; want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;need you ; love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110839885302727120?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110839885302727120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110839885302727120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-marriedd.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110813818395320584</id><published>2005-02-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:09:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;my legs hurt like hell in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreads la. i don wann to start the running-to-school routine again la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting later day by day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today. when i reached sch. my legs pratically cramp until cannot cramp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pls. i was having that damn cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stuffing strepsils down my throat in the morning. somemore no breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then almost forgotten yuanting`s letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then during assembly not supposed to sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliaos. i was cursing and swearing under my breath la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the whole day was coughing till my face turn red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my eyeballs almost come out. grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- this is whadd i called a screwed day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything goes wrong la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school today was supposed to go to cheryl`s hse for the hm econs thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budden she suddenly got dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my laopo so poor tyng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she always dreads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then inez see i going-to-die face. cause she knows that i donn wann to go home and face the -home. and i got no where to go. and like she said. homeless. so she asked me go out walkwalk with herr and my exlaogong. and my prince. and quincy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waa. and she said my expression immediately changed la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she was laughing and laughing herr head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dammn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. after school. abt to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eva was like. i wann to pon trainning. go out with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i huhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then blahblahblah. got her to go for training. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. at first going town.  then. aiyahh. go j8 la. nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate at deli. and can ppl stop saying i eat very slow?! and stop saying that i have small mouth?! and that whadd say i very dainty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they kept on teasing me for donnoe whaddever reason la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ggrrrrrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knocks all of your heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then bought some vday gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. the list is like everlasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then walkwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody keep suan-ing me la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i say this is nice. and they would say its ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fine. bully a sick person la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i think that the shirt dammn nice. then inez say. you veh rich &lt;u&gt;hor.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expllode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walk somemore. then lichu and quincy had to go home le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;left me exlaogong and inez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dammn extra canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they two donnoe gao whadd affair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in front of me somemore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;made me super jealous and angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then. they kept on saying whadd i alreadie have so many affairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dammn offended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then they both had to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and eva wanted to meet me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she sprained her ankle. it was swollen and she kept denying the fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and inez kindly waited for me till she arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we walkwalk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate ppl watching me eat la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody does that to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and inez lost her file. whole file. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor herr la. help her check with the food court. not there. everywhere. not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home feeling dammn horrible la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the bus. thoughts just ran through my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone doubted me. dint trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. i don blame you. cause i myself also ask me whyye things like that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i that badd a person to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i that hard to trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i that hard to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hurt you times and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reallie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and the other person are not together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we are 2 single souls in this world. just having a lil more fate than others to meet each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don doubt me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;believe in me. and i will not be unhappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110813818395320584?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110813818395320584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110813818395320584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-legs-hurt-like-hell-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110813330805319099</id><published>2005-02-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T22:48:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im currently sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got even worse today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now got no voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cny was horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dragging myself all ard singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a body almost decomposing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd my father`s red packet contents dammn cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ask me if you wanna know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my cousin`s hse dammn haunted la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakk !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she experienced it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was sleeping in her room before she told me la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on cny eve. went back cps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhs! i totallie miss my dalaogong la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loveeee herr to bits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the doggie you gave got your smell !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don say im sick. budd its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry i pangsehhed you babe. to go out with *you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cedarians all over the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turn left turn right.look up. look down. everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-smacks forehead -covers face - runs away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sit properly. if not later get caught on phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uh ohhs. not nicce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110813330805319099?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110813330805319099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110813330805319099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/updatesim-currently-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110812979662166504</id><published>2005-02-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T21:49:56.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;lichu just said sometyng to mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i that an important person to herr.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lichu asked if we were very close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i said. erms. okaes la. not that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she said. budd she turns to you a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite true..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she like alwaes turn to me when shes sadd. when she wannts to hurt herrself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i would just tell herr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont disappoint me okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she does not do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donnoe laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can i be so important to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piinky promiise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talkwhenproblemsarise. cartel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110812979662166504?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110812979662166504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110812979662166504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/lichu-just-said-sometyng-to-mee.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110736140704905284</id><published>2005-02-03T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T00:24:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;` so she said whadds the problem baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadds the problem i donnoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well.maybe im in love.(love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think abt everytyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carnt stop thinking `bout it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` how much longer will it take to cure this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just to cure it cause i carnt ignore it if its love(love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me wanna turn around and face me budd i dont know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing `bout love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` come on come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;turn a lil faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world will follow after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on come on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because everybody`s after love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` so i said im a snowball running.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;running down into the spring that`s coming all these love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melting under blue skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;belting out sunlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shimmering love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;` well baby i surrender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the strawberry icecream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never ever end of all these love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i dint mean to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd there`s no escaping your love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` these lines of lightning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mean we`re never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never alone. no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;move a lil closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to hear you whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;settle down inside my love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;` come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jump a little higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ccme on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you feel a little lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come on come on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;upon a time in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're accidentally in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;accidentally in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;was thinking of this song. then i passed by this blog where this song was playing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;such a coincidentall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110736140704905284?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110736140704905284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110736140704905284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-she-said-whadds-problem-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110736055541175811</id><published>2005-02-02T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T00:09:15.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2/o is so &lt;s&gt;pro&lt;/s&gt;not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms chia was totallie pissed at us canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-slam the laptop. pack herr things. walk out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd the heck laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that freakkin person who caused it was dammnit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still asking the whole class &lt;i&gt;whadd happened&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like go away laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its partially your fault and still come and feign ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jaslin is super zai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my ou xiang canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she just told that person off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she got nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just kept quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. like finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yakkating yakkating away. nonstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to that person : stop influencing the monitress yaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you coming back on the comm is zlich.zero.non.100% impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stayed for sectionals with yilan and val.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we shuper diaos. sat at the stairway and practised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was supposed to meet soekkian at tp after sectionals. budd i smsed herr to late. she left without me la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. i don like strawberry icecream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd if you were to buy it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i might considerr eating it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the look from herr was weird la. and can you stop laughing at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so badd. budd you got your retribution. she was &lt;b&gt;staring&lt;/b&gt; at you huhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stop eating lemons laas. i squashed all of them into lemon juice. and drank them all up. and you said that she was cute. so i should be the one eating lemons ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love pp macs toilet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd those stupid guys there so irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*throw slipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110736055541175811?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110736055541175811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110736055541175811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/2o-is-so-pronot.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110727027893037913</id><published>2005-02-01T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:04:38.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we filmed the video for syf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet we have to refilm canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so messy. nobody was sure of the signals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ooo. i finally know who is the other lil juniorr of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she looks blur. on the verge of crying. dao. bochap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;val was crazy today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is not crazy over *aherms anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like i believe herr liddats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she kept on kachiaoing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got blubber on herr knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my soul died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakkiie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;due to my takeforgranted-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost lose my life to that dumb piece of metal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhs. budd whadd she said made me -smilesmilesmile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;life without you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so cute so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*you. don eat lemons again okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110727027893037913?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110727027893037913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110727027893037913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/we-filmed-video-for-syf.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110726760325619920</id><published>2005-02-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T22:20:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;310105. yesterday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;towned with louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i. no &lt;u&gt;we&lt;/u&gt; felt like  total sinners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spending over 80buckks in a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on i donnoe whadd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -red topshop racer back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-brown topshop shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-puremilk tank top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-lydia`s prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-yuanting`s prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-valentines` prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-a blue bagg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-some small small stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;total of abt 80buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa said that she totallie &lt;u&gt;hates&lt;/u&gt; coming out with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause. when she asks me if she should buy that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i would just say it in a way, where she carnt help herself.budd buy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. as she said. it was the most fruitful day of shoppiing in history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;buying the mostt stuff. with me ard to help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went down to bugis to see skirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that subject brought us to --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah yeahhs. say im bitchy. whaddever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd we carnt help it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;same this. same that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like get a life yaa. and spice it up a lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gross me out totallie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like. be yourself babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;im copyrighted.registered.and not meant for you to simply copy and paste onto yourself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd still. i carnt stand us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ppl standing near us were so mortified with us la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they like look and look at us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd we still cannot stop ourself from &lt;s&gt;bitching&lt;/s&gt;talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love my b1 babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110726760325619920?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110726760325619920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110726760325619920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/02/310105.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110710105129146452</id><published>2005-01-30T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:15:49.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;should have went to meet wenn in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of going for rangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was alone duriing rangers cause jh was admitted into hopsital for suspect of dengue fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get well soon yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louiisa! im dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gave that super bored face during the interview with weilin and alvin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they look at me and ask if i had any questions to ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i huh. no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then duriing the interview with welin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some guys were watching some teach-you-how-to-play-chim-drums-patterns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was so interested and couldnt help budd turn my head and look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i wasnt looking. i was listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and not listening to whadd weilin was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then cmdr.r is so presurring canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pats shoulder. see you later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i carnt shirk responsibility rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is so...irresponsible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i must set a good example yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause im like the oldest there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ggrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and durinng lunch was haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bitching abt --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos. laugh till my jaw almost dropped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. imitating herr is just my source of entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so fake canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sshhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on the way back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only blast my mp3 music and shut the noise out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that is my shelter to everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd wenn`s sms made me smile also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe whyyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when always sometyng badd happens. then herr sms would appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow morning is going to be a happy happy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winkks at evaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110710105129146452?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110710105129146452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110710105129146452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/should-have-went-to-meet-wenn-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110702243013208396</id><published>2005-01-30T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T02:13:50.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenn`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aha aha aha aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lovemelikeyourealliemeantit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you made me smile at the comp like some idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*huggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fall on each other. we will definetely be there to support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(:* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evaa`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piinky promiise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cannot breakk it yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don hurt yourself babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just hurts me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk talk talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who cares whadd the person you 'dislike' says ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;come find me monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110702243013208396?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110702243013208396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110702243013208396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/wennaha-aha-aha-aha.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110693217642022834</id><published>2005-01-29T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T01:22:27.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw renling and sherli after school today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. so ren reallie turned upp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and as usuall. buy sa tixS!! haas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poor tyng laas. 200buckks per person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eeekks. i miss herr alreadies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still cann rmb sec1. hahas. beloved psl who taught us the woaini woaini cheer. and she wanted us to 'sing' to herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave mee a deep impression. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was late for sci period cause came back later after recess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all cause of that eva. pei herr go find herr. *aherms. eyecandy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then mrs yfh wanted all those late comers to stand outside classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and give herr an answer. then we huhs? whadd was the question?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. we just apologised lorrhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know this is shupper attitude problem. budd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din wanted to say sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just mumbled some words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school went out with wenn.peiting.yongen. yaju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peiting went to make herr ic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd donnoe whadd la. never make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we headed down to bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shoppiiing in silence for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tangled upp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ill be on your side forever more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din know whadd to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-heartache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i din know whadd to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am i feigning ignorance. you might think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. im not a hippo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110693217642022834?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110693217642022834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110693217642022834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/saw-renling-and-sherli-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110692913633513609</id><published>2005-01-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:18:56.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadds wrong manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel surpressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by many things that are going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at home. problems are getting worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carnt seem to control my mouth. and i start yelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then everybody in the house start yelling back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd who started it first? erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;control jeralyn, control yourself jeralyn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;people. ppl ard me are feeling broken. hurt. depressed. stressed upp. vexed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe whadd to do to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can be a good listener. budd giving advice is nono. perhaps in the past. i cann. budd now. im jus as hopeless as yall are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallie feel sadd when i cann do nth to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hearts crying inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd its too highpitch for the human ear to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only i cann feel it. prehaps the ppl close to me cann hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love you ppl loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it hurts mee to see you ppl like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im at a lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;finding the right words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;putting them in tactful sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watch your expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get hurt inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put on a brave smile. and pretending nothings hurting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;comfort you. make you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is there another of me. to do these stuff to me.for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sighs. *shrungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110692913633513609?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110692913633513609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110692913633513609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/whadds-wrong-manns.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110682858727700995</id><published>2005-01-27T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:24:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenn. im dying at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love the outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i want to run away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110682858727700995?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110682858727700995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110682858727700995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/wenn.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110675448780057367</id><published>2005-01-26T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T23:48:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sci and eng test is offically over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*phews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to pass this 2 tests badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pe was haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were doing high jumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that high laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ms poon is dammn funny and cute laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kinda...seductive too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2/o girls should know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hilarious manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasted my time after school todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd had funny happenings with laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she stepped on a cockroach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she almost cried laas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we talked too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she asked whyye i like to dao ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleahhs. cannot help it laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;born with the dao genes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps. *raises eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. that someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confessions so funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. meaningful at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love you loads too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss you loads too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im weak. its true&lt;/em&gt;.  not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you wannt mee too ? &lt;/em&gt;  i know you do too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so rou mahh.  *ilu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110675448780057367?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110675448780057367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110675448780057367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/sci-and-eng-test-is-offically-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110665769072900876</id><published>2005-01-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T20:54:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cooked pancakes for home econs todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it turned out quite okaes laas. still edible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd custard totallie sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it tasted exactly just like &lt;u&gt;milk.&lt;/u&gt; gross.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ppl who walked during jogging reallie deserved to die okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caused the whole class to run &lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt; extra rounds ard the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were already the last class who reached for jogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2/o`05 `s attitude sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its not at all united.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;heck it manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today was the first time i ran without stopping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din reallie felt that tired after running all that rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;((;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. im into winking now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wink at almost everybody i see in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwaiahhahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;learnt from yuanting.  x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i winked at someone during band todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that someone donnoe do whadd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until she looked so hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so ke aii! haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hor? that someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. we did drills for like 2 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the tann make is shupppeerr ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the shirt sleeve is so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my skirt aint the shortest skirt ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i din wear the shortest socks today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhs. not nice alreadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasted my efforts at sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our mam took us for drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is it? ms low.excedarian. geog teacher of donnoe whichever classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tiring. budd shiok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean she is strict and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd... its just so meii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bang so hard till my ankle hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who cares. it rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can play the flute better today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause stamina improved or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sound is richer. i can play the shupper long notes without dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in all. i cann play better today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grr. i sound weird today..kookyfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shrungs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;science test and eng ta tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haven study yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i reallie meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110665769072900876?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110665769072900876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110665769072900876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/cooked-pancakes-for-home-econs-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110658117845936140</id><published>2005-01-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T23:39:38.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with. supposedly with louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd donnoe how. ernest and supposedly nic came into the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nic had a doctor appointment so he couldnt make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which = mee louisa &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; ernest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was like feeling so extra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den. louisa said she felt so extra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd nonsense laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cedarians rule town. so true manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wherever i go. see some cedarians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i saw emilia !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can still remember last year when she asked mee to join ncc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas. !  over my sec1 life. she was reallie a great seniorr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she smiles at mee. and i smile back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a bit retard la. budd. now shes gone. and i kinda miss her and her smile  x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then ernest knew some of the cedarians with herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they were &lt;u&gt;looking&lt;/u&gt;. haa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hilarious manns. and donnoe whyye that ernest kept on walking past them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. we were reallie walking the &lt;u&gt;whole&lt;/u&gt; of town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from one end to the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and basically whadd were we doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i always feel like a pigg when im with him. erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ernest and i just carnt stop ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first was lunch. 4bucks on pineapple rice. which din taste that fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then some thai desert. steam tapioca. 2.5buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then orange julius drink. 3++buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then macs lemon lime drink. 2buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then louisa`s churrooos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suprisingly i din buy my fave churrooos today. felt like bursting then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then louisa`s twister fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;total= more than 10buckks spent on food today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not counting whadd i ate in school and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh nooos!  -sighs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going out shoppiing for clothes with a guy is the most wrong thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which = go back to where i went today to buy those clothes that i saw and wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyone free on fri?  *shrungs.  no guys pls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean. ernest legs are like looong. and mine aint the longest legs ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i said before. its hard catching up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i saw this zara skirt that i lurrvve loads okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd its over 50 buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-faiints. i know im cheapo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i saw this topshop shirt also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im so going back to town someday to get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;however. im not the richest kiddo around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got 13/20 for the maths class test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how nice? verryyyy nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sense the scarsm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;science common test on wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god. help me pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reallie reallie reallie need to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eng donnoe whadd test also on wed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;god. also help me pull through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you hear my desperate cry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;im desperate for your touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;never needed it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110658117845936140?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110658117845936140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110658117845936140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110647099760603698</id><published>2005-01-23T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:03:17.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;sat. 22th jann. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;happy birthday sheeping ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met louisa at tp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both of us were late laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then headed down to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bought this racer back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its greeenn. mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and lu wanted the light blue wann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. budd someone was like so broke. hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i bought valentine`s day card alreadies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs. only 2 cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who is it for? *innocent eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i still need to buy another 2-3 more cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that 2 cards alreadie cost abt 9buckks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then someone wanted to meet someone. so i.the poor girl have to like be the bigggg &lt;u&gt;dian deng pao.&lt;/u&gt; i almost rolled my eyes to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i told lu that i wanted to call someone out. so that it i wont be bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then that mean girl was like. you wann to call who huhs??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-gosh. that instant moment was to smack herr face and throw herr into the busy traffic in orchard. and then she would get smashed totallie. when shes alreadie so flat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok. that is so mean. stop it stop it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to the point. so we met ernest at citylink mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. i dint know that city hall got tyngs to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gooddiiie. a new place to explore and shop!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. that guy got long leggs okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so hard catching up with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though i trained my leg muscles by walking extremely fast to sch when im late. i still cannot catch up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause. he is another one late person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. we shopped here shopped there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went into topshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was in topmen. and we in the girls section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. he like finished looking so fast. and walked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as he thought that we left alreadie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we were still inside looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pls laas. girls spent more time yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and. aiyah.long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;growls. hungry hungry !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went coldstorage? giant? donnoe. to look for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;manns. the sushi was tempting. mouth watering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end. only ernest bought food. a huge! chicken leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the way he eat is horrifying !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like some cave men who haven eaten for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shivers at the thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were suppose to meet the youths at cityhall mrt station at 530.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budden we were kinda lost. and walked extremely fast.so 15 mins late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;and then&lt;/u&gt; -pah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the youths walked the same route which we walked back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and louisa was whinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd a bit the dumb yaas.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking so damn fast to meet them. budden we could actually just waited for them at the place where we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so diaos okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then took a bus down to tanjong katong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate katong laksa. authentic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;search me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd the portion was so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don say ernest feeling hungry. even i was not even half full after eating a bowl of that laksa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and lu was disturbed by the damn flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felt like smacking them to their death instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after dinner. walked to corner stone church for the ignite youth conference`05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i din have a much great impression of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like. i donnoe how to say. budd. just don feel too good abt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shrungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was 3 pastors who came up to talk before the 'real' preacher preached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we were like huhs? whadd is going on manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wide eyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then. ammy fainted in the toilet!! gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i was not there with herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was siting beside me during the conference. and i dint even realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only when she wanted to go to the toilet that i realized that she was kinda pale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. she fainted. ahhhs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its kinda my fault..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then glenn hyperventilated. aiyah. not surprised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he alwaes hyperventilate. during the RAP youth camp also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;casualties casualties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the conference thingy ended at 11++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was alreadie yawning every sec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took bus 14 with jael jamin and shawn to bedok interchange to take bus home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jael alighted first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was asking jamin whadd time was the last bus. and he said it with full confidence that the last bus was at abt 0030. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok then. goodiie. still got loads of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached bedok interchange at abt 1130++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still got time rights? grab a bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finished eating at abt close to midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then. we realized that the last bus was at 11. not at 0000!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how great rights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-strangles jamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos. aiyah. no choice. cabbed back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to jamin hse first. then shawn. then mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like hoping the taxi driver is the honest kind. and not that kind of typical jkp[jikopei].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankkfully. i reached home safely. at abt 0030.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;surprisingly. my mom was alreadie asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then. jamin smsed to see wether i reached home alreadie. and not missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya la ya la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watched some teevee. then went to slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slept at 1++. wake up att 8++ for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mee and ammy are certified gossipers of the -ahhyo-fling hand- person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muahahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*winks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110647099760603698?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110647099760603698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110647099760603698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/sat.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110646795422695088</id><published>2005-01-23T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:12:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday. 21st jann. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to ttsh to visit wanying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with val. seokkian. yilan. yani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanying was going to be discharged on that day.-gosh.  i saw a skinny babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she reallie look like herr mom. ahhhhs. miss herr loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the card was so cute okaes. pasted our neoprints there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i got a scare of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way out. val cramps got worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when we were siting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she suddenly faint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs. i like din know whadd to do canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i din know that she fainted. till i realized that she was limp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and partially leaning on mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd thankk god. she regain consiouness soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like val val val. you ok? you ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and in my mind was. god ! help! help!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woah. first time someone fainted infront of mee..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yilan and sk sent herr home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and accorrding to her. shes fine now (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then i headed down to toapayou to meet louisa and lynette and thomas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then to harbourfront mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were like so late canns. those last few who arived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ate lunch at harbourfront mall. and bought some stuff to last us for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after a long and tedious ride of the bus.monorail. and feet torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finally reach tanjong beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was sunny ! the right weather for tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sand was so pricky. and...stony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it like poked a thousand million holes in my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after we settled down. we played the first game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the secret number game. budd you are not suppose to guess that number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody must hold a cup of &lt;u&gt;seawater&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if you guessed that number. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-splash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody`s cup of sea water would be on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was one of those victims okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rules: do not throw at the face area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they violated the rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bleahhs. i tasted salty.  hair. body. clothes. everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;second game: dog and bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there were altogether 8 items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 bone. 3 powder bottles. a fan to fan of the powder. and some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rachel liu kept on calling my number-2 !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was one time she called 2,4,6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was the only girl there! all the others were guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so. i was just standing outside the 'circle' of powdery guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;laughing my head off at the stupidity of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hey! no one borther taking the bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i juz took it and ran back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd not that easy laas. a price to pay : a scratch on my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pastor alvin used the fan to &lt;u&gt;'touch'&lt;/u&gt; mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd instead. it &lt;u&gt;scratched&lt;/u&gt; mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;therefore. there is this ugly 3cm scar on my back now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no wonder i felt pain on my back throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and rachel wong got powdered so much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that her top layer of skin was powder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she got grey hair too. so farnie canns.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;third game : touch rugby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhs. the game was so confusing canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was like running away from the rugbyball instead of catching it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our caregrp only have one guy-kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pathetic okaes !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyahh. budd he is the rugby guy laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just when we got the hang of the game. next game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did we win? *shrungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fourth game : frisbee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyoo. our team so laoya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we all got butter fingers. cannot catch the frisbee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kept on dropping it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahh ahh ahh. -drops on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i bet i looked stupid okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd kinda fun after a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last game : sandcastle competition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;again. our grp. famous for its laoya-ty. got no ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we din know whadd to build.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at first we wanted to dig this hole. then that hole is the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we can just roll some sand to become shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. unsuccessful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and nicholas kept insisting that we build the leaf with stem thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.! -throws back head in laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and loads of farnie ideas came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end. it was just a flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. grace`s team won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i thought the jesus-resurected idea was pretty neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though marcus was screaming his head of cause of the sand irritating his whole body. [he was piled up with sand]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then rest and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we watched the guys do flips above the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite entertaining. budd after a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nahhs. tanning time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. we just sat in the middle of the beach. tanning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we dint wann to lie down though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now. my back is tanner than my front. and this time. surprisingly my face din change colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only the shoulders. back. and arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my arms have 3 shades of colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the shoulder part is shupper tann. then the upper arm is shupper pale. then the elbow and below was just tan.  =ugly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the mopping ard. wash up time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the toilet there was horible. dark.ugly.smelly.crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so louisa and i followed rachelwong valencia denise and ammy to palawan beach toilet to bathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woah. that place was nice. not crowded. full of light. and not smelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i came out of the toilet and looked into the mirror. i got a shock of my life laas. black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i think it should have alreadie faded off by now. ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we met the others at the busstop and went to watch the musical fountain thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. we couldnt make it for the 740 show. and they asked us to wait for another hour for the next show. like no!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we walked all the way back to the vistor arrival area and took the shuttle back to harbourfront mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were puzzled at the amount of indian guys at sentosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dinner time !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some went yoshi. some went pastmania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me. louisa. ammy. denise. rachaelliu and wong. eric. shawn. jamin. ernest. louis. nicholas. glenn. ate at pastamania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. so damn full canns. the cream and all the cheese. *pukes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;budd&lt;/u&gt; some piggy opposite me aka ernest. was not at all full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he ate denise and ammy`s leftovers. then he went to buy &lt;u&gt;brownies with icecream at 2buckks&lt;/u&gt; !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like -gwad. i was drooling. budd no. cannot eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then that dumbb ernest and jamin started tempting mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blah blah blah. ok. fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i eat laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they delighted in teasing me for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met the others at macs for some fellowshipping. and phototaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then byebye !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we took up like the whole 2 rows of seats in the mrt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went tp to take 8. with jamin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes. and we were just complaining abt parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his father shupper hilarious laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home at abt close to 12 midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual. my mom was nagging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110646795422695088?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110646795422695088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110646795422695088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110622843627185633</id><published>2005-01-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:40:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;well. i couldnt tell you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whyye she felt that way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she felt it everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i couldnt help herr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just watched herr make the same mistakes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadds wrong whadds wrong now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too many too many problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont know where she belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where she belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wants to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd nobody`s home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres where she lies broken inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to dry her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;broken inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open your eyes and look outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;find the reasons whyye youuve been rejected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you carnt find whadd youuve left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be strong be strong now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too many too many problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont know where she belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where she belongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wants to go home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd nobody`s home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats where she lies broken inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;theres no place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no place to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to dry herr eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;broken inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;herr feelings she hides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;herr dreams she carnt find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes losing herr mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes falling behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she carnt find herr place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes losing herr faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes falling from grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes all over the place, yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x nobody`s home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110622843627185633?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110622843627185633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110622843627185633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110622734211313098</id><published>2005-01-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T21:22:22.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of confusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of angerr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of loneliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a state of confused emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please just go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110622734211313098?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110622734211313098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110622734211313098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/state-of-depression.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110614491829829024</id><published>2005-01-19T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:28:38.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday ronald !  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110614491829829024?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110614491829829024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110614491829829024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-ronald.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110614434880018184</id><published>2005-01-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:19:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day before yesterday was wanying`s birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she got admitted into hospital. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day before yesterday. i cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in far east. by nick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hrmms. im kinda satisfied with my hair now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met lichu and lydia coincidentally at far east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we did our hmwk together in kfc after all the walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day before yesterday. i ate my fave churrooos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cinammon and sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i ate them again today at far east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with wenn and peiting to buy yongeun`s prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wenn likes to sit anywhere. everywhere on the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wenn was so sadds. cause she has a &lt;u&gt;flathead.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like flattening your hair !  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. im missed by someone.  x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. went to town. and met ernest. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gwad. so concidental. the other tyme also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohhs. and he was with nic too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i met rachel woon too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all in the same place. longjohn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110614434880018184?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110614434880018184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110614434880018184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-before-yesterday-was-wanyings.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110605498497880144</id><published>2005-01-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:29:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;stressed upp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gggrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go away laas stupid mop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so wann to smack your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you think you some kinda superstar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pukes and dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im mortified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[sms mee ok?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliaos. you think i your gf or whadd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know you wann that to happen rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110605498497880144?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110605498497880144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110605498497880144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/stressed-upp.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110589096208930212</id><published>2005-01-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:16:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hereby announce that tanhk sucks to the core okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he shall be presented the most lousiest maths teacher award `05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and be condemmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;grrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so pissifying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;started my maths hmwk in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i realized that. -piang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i knew nth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean i understand whadd he say. yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. i juz don understand!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im contridicting myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyahh. those who know him should understand the plight im in now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd thank god. i got a relatively smart sis. and a shupper smart father to enlighten the poor mee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost cried okaes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sucks sucks sucks sucks sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;science another roars!!! one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pulled like a thousand strands of hair out of my scalp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd still no help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. i so need tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that i &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; it. budd i &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt; it.&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ohh. and chinese too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even though i have tuition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. i think it is like off no help to mee okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeeesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shouldnt have taken higher chi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;torture myself only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carnt help it that i never take hmt in pri school laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now. teacher talk. i huhs?? ohhs. like that arrhs. ok lorrhs. *shrungs shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodness mee!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone save me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110589096208930212?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110589096208930212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110589096208930212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hereby-announce-that-tanhk-sucks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110589186689171857</id><published>2005-01-16T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:12:18.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;grrrrr. rangers is like so horrifying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we[me and jh] are like the oldest there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we have to lead those tiny ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how to say...they are unleadable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhs. i don make sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaas. and that miaomiao was so stepping on my toes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wasnt feeling the best of mee okaes. and there she was. going against everytyng i said or suggested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. the story: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were suppose to come up with a yell and song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then as the oldest there. you have to &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. yeah. thought of it. like finally according to &lt;u&gt;pastor kok&lt;/u&gt;.cause i was juz stoning there before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then that miaomiao said that it does not go right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahblahblah. change to sometyng &lt;u&gt;more powerful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yada yada yada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the yell and song juz goes this way! you carnt change the way it goes. the tune. or whadd!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gwad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not that i dont want to accept her suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd. it is like totallie out of the point ok. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forgive and forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ggggrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110589186689171857?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110589186689171857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110589186689171857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/grrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110562109851731667</id><published>2005-01-13T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:58:18.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;boyfriend ar boyfriend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;youu don so sadd kaes. and don hate yourself kaes.?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erms. juz have to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think on the bright side that some kind soul would return whadd rightfully belongs to youu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd that person who took your wallet reallie deserves to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i carnt believe that we sat that for like a hour then we realized that the wallet was gone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so sorry that i was of no help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing you so sadd. my xin tong also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recover faster yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don like to see your sadden face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyahhs. those sickening idiotic ite guys so disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go look in the mirror first lorrhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhs. budd i still carnt believe you were laughing instead of helping mee laas. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110562109851731667?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110562109851731667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110562109851731667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/boyfriend-ar-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110562317379674732</id><published>2005-01-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:32:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with wenn todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to buy birthday prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so aii mei okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first thing she did when we reached cine was to go to the toilet to style herr hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we were laughing at some bunch of white uni girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenn was so glad. cause she made heads turn after claying her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we ate at yoshi. and i dint know that there was a students meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh. im slow laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we headed down to heeren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took neoprints. turn out quite okaes. budd some so spas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was after we finished designing then wenn realized that herr wallet was gone. cause she left it below the screen..then she forgotten to take it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was so sadds kaes. and there was nth we could do..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except hoping that that dreaded person would return it asap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she went to ask ard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she asked this ite guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after all the crap. he asked for my phone no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheeesh. i almost died there okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then wenn turned her back and started laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliaos. i wann to box herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd in the end i was giving herr the gosh-help!!- look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she helped me reject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots.my ou siang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ahhs. like louisa said. im so vulnerable. erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought yongen and ronald`s birthday prezzies alreadies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boyfriend: huggs you tight tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110562317379674732?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110562317379674732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110562317379674732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/went-out-with-wenn-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110553260342261851</id><published>2005-01-12T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T20:23:23.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shut up louisa. jealous issit. go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ronald ; hrmms. upp to youu yaas? your birthday also coming soon !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ws ; hahas. i thought youu forgotten. broke my heart. budd jacqueline reallie forgotten !! im like so gonna smack herr. roars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl chew ; ahhs. i like so miss youu though we meet everday. sighs. i donnoe laas. like got so much to tell youu budd i juz donnoe how to put it across. sadds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks for the birthday wishes ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;where are you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;where is everybody..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110553260342261851?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110553260342261851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110553260342261851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/shut-up-louisa.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110543996629267334</id><published>2005-01-11T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:39:26.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110543996629267334?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110543996629267334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110543996629267334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110544370892494822</id><published>2005-01-11T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:54:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks all who wished happy birthday to mee yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa ; you were the first! at 0002. hahas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wen ; i lurrve the card. omg. the content so farnie. i died of laughter okaes. you reallie meant whadd you say arrhs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl chew ; ooooos. i lurrve your prezzie! woots. pink pig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yuanting ; yaas! both of us don look like those who wear watch.! hahas. so true so true !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inez ; thanks for the choco yaas. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;belle ; i cannot tagg youu. hahas. your prezzie very useful. hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sp ; thankks for the 'cotton wool' !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suting ; ahhs. i will never forget you. you are so sweet. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yongen ; hahas. now i know the farnie story behind the prezzie you bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bi huan ; thankks. ! the first prezzie i received is from youu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;marli ; ahma. you will alwaes be my ahmama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanning ; i know you wann mee to grow fat! so cute the doughnut and nunaiping !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lichu ; hahas. i din know i was your pwincess. so i must say you are my prince? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eva and tiffy ; hahas. your so cute. my ear hole close alreadie laas. budd i still like it. wait till i pierce again then i wear it okaes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yilan and chinghong ; whyye your write chewhsia?! spoil the wrapper. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joy ; my gosh. your gift lie you said is so practical.hohos. 50buckks. yaas. whadd you said is so true. i reallie thank god for youu. cause you are alwaes there for me. though we alwaes quarrel over trifle tyngs. gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many others. like deborahh.who wished 3 tymes.! hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rachael; eugenia; my didi.yanhui; yunhuey; jinghan; abi; husna; hannui; estee; kianhui; zhongrong; kanshee; samantha; lynette; jonathan; arthur; ..and still many others!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yelps. yall help mee brighten my day today ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* mwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110544370892494822?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110544370892494822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110544370892494822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/thankks-all-who-wished-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110535223956382983</id><published>2005-01-10T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T18:17:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so totallie screwed my drill test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;val and kate was my tester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was the last to be tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then while waiting for my turn. i was alone in that 1p classroom canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being alone causes youu to think abt loads of tyngs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all alone. listening to those mldds ppl outside practising screaming their hearts out. how amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywaes.so screwed !!  long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the first command i already did wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you wann to know. ask mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so maluating to post it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then also got many others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my corpse is in the 1i classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those who care. cann go claim it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i died many tymes todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abt 7 tymes in class. and 5 tymes during the drill test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110535223956382983?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110535223956382983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110535223956382983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-so-totallie-screwed-my-drill-test.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110526090761638846</id><published>2005-01-09T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T17:06:46.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is youu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;youu who not made mee cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd instead the first to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reallie lurvve youu loads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i donnoe budd i juz wann to talk to youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks jess sp and yani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110526090761638846?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110526090761638846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110526090761638846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/wen-it-is-youu.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110492774345808841</id><published>2005-01-05T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:59:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so heng todae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got called by joan chia to do the history presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;den end up. not enuff tyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were suppose to do this chi tyng on the comp. budden i told mdn er that i don have the hanshen software.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then she was so good okaes. she like help us think of a solution. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not like some other teacher who don even care at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then induction rehersal todae was like *yawns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat there like we are the sec1`s. listening to suresh talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk. so dammnit boring laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and val was. not in the bestest mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiyahhs. she was stressed over the conducting and her *aherms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhs. then after she saw herr *aherms she was not much in a badd mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then yilan and yani got their auditions !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;waliaos. yilan shupper pro canns. all ticks. no blanks at all okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urg. *faiints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. i got the band uni back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd claire said that the tailor will make my uni again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so after induction. im to return to her the uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i think that the shirt she lent mee stinks canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder who wore it before mee. hrmms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaes. don be shock. im starting to like band. ! hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd dance will alwaes be in mee still. ((:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110492774345808841?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110492774345808841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110492774345808841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-heng-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110492343604942048</id><published>2005-01-05T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:10:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;reply taggs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen&lt;/span&gt; ; tan han kiang? whadd is he like? tell mee!! budd i think that he is still &lt;u&gt;ok&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; aiyahh. that guy is so shupper horrible okaes. don talk abt him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; hohos. and i would choose you over him okaes. you are so much better. and i cann see youu like almost everyday. and you are so much better looking than him. more &lt;u&gt;shuai&lt;/u&gt; than him also. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; whyye youu so sadd? don like that okaes? muz smile :) and i like to see your shuai smiling face !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; left without you? where gots? don have !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chuchu train&lt;/span&gt; ; you! i like your hair. i like your roxy bag. roars!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;louisa&lt;/span&gt; ; aiyahh. youu are like almost laughing to death everyday. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl chew ; yaa.! my laopo (:*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;; yupps. she stays there. hohos. so observant ! and i din think dirty &lt;u&gt;ok.&lt;/u&gt;  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt; ; hey. don say that kaes. you are reallie great ! and who will hate youu laas. definetely not mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;zhong&lt;/span&gt; ; not farnie ok. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110492343604942048?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110492343604942048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110492343604942048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/reply-taggs.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110474063509672908</id><published>2005-01-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:23:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. louisa help!! im like being harrased by the &lt;u&gt;mop&lt;/u&gt;. he is so irritating. saying all sorts of rubbish. like im cute. &lt;u&gt;omg&lt;/u&gt;. like i so wanna die alreadie. den he said he was sorry to pester mee on msn. and i wanted to say. glad that you know that. budd i controlled myself. then i acted blur. saying huh? blahblahblah. then he asked again. then i said &lt;u&gt;so?&lt;/u&gt;  *bish. then he started talking all sorts of nonsense. like sec2 must studie hard. i mean if other ppl say that to mee. i will have no badd feelings. budd he saying that to mee. i cann &lt;u&gt;die.&lt;/u&gt; he makes mee think that he is preaching lorrhs. tsk. and suddenly he asked mee whadd i thought of him! yuckks! and i said: errs. normal guy? he consolled himself by saying: ok. not that badd. like whadd the?! roars!!! yuckks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is so not my cup of tea ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110474063509672908?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110474063509672908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110474063509672908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/erg.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110474147503139562</id><published>2005-01-03T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:37:55.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ferrst day of school and im back home so early! like 3++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was not late for school todae. *claps hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i reached on time okaes. mujia was later than mee.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;teachers:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;form teacher, music ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;naomi chye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eng ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tan suet ferng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;higher chi ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mrs er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maths ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;tan han kiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;science ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeo foong ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lit ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;peh lai wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;geog ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vivien koh / regina zhou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;history ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;joan chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pe ; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;poon pui fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;like half of the teachers we donnoe them. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naomi chye`s not that badd laas. quite humurous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i managed to finish all my hmwk last night (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deb got mee the roxy wallet from aussie.! cheaper than sing buckks. budd must dig into my pocket money to pay herr back still. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school was hectic. must go find ppl to give the prezzies to. then now we are on the second level. carnt run across the building. must go one bigg round. mah fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woooos~ so fun so fun.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd still. must get myself ready to pia thiis whole year through.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110474147503139562?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110474147503139562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110474147503139562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/ferrst-day-of-school-and-im-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110460310142701690</id><published>2005-01-02T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:11:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;reply taggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt; ; like when were youu so holy? hrmms. i guess those bible verses scared youu rights? the revalation ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;louisa&lt;/span&gt; ; never mind laas. ((:  my blog cann only see that day`s post. so it would be gone after i blog again. unless ppl see my archive. hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yupps. i know whos those ppl. (:  B1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheryl chew&lt;/span&gt; ; yaas! we like never see each other this whole mth except on the sec1 cca orientation day. boos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chuchu train&lt;/span&gt; ; no laas. not that. last time canns. budd now i cannot read tag-board..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jinghan&lt;/span&gt; ; i got no choice lorrhs. i prefer tag-board though. budd i juz cannot see them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheryl chew&lt;/span&gt; ; yupps. smart gurll. budd i dint write the cheers and the wahaha word. wooos. seeing youu in less than 30 hrs tyme !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;louisa&lt;/span&gt; ; okaes. i understand. don worry! hohos. juz rmb the big bangel tyng and laugh!!! know whadd i mean? gees-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110460310142701690?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110460310142701690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110460310142701690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/reply-taggsmichelle-like-when-were.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110460174207605391</id><published>2005-01-02T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:49:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy new year `05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new year. everytyng afresh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watchnight was kinda fun. budd some parts were -dang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in others words. *yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okaes. no offense though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i reduced to doing my hmwk. literature-animal farm by george orwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was like commenting on that book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like how hard it was to understand it..  blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and god punished mee for doing hmwk during service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by making mee forget to take my books home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i left the books in the main hall. hope its still there. or andrew chan kept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before that met louisa at tp. i was a bit late. budd not &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long story anywaes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we blew the ballooons for the deco for service. the machine was haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;making hell of a noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we did it for a few hours. budd in a few mins. everyone burst the balloons with toothpicks after the countdown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars. budd i guess that`s the fun of it yaas.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*pia-ing hmwk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*going to explode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*exploded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110460174207605391?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110460174207605391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110460174207605391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-05new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110447192976388899</id><published>2004-12-31T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:45:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/250/2811/320/uhoh.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; 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((:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110447192976388899?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447192976388899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447192976388899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/us-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110447182758332712</id><published>2004-12-31T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T13:43:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/250/2811/320/lalaaland.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/250/2811/320/lalaaland.2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from top: michelle;mee                                         from bottom: cheryl;jinghan;louisa&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110447182758332712?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447182758332712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447182758332712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/from-top-michellemee-from-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110447279484490422</id><published>2004-12-31T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T14:10:30.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;reply taggs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheryl wong&lt;/span&gt; ; im blogging! hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lichu&lt;/span&gt; ; oOos. so sorry. cause i cannot see tag-board. thats the reason whyye i changed my board to doodleboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so. to all out there. i cannot tag tag-boards. so yall wont see my trace there. so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wen&lt;/span&gt; ; ahahhas. your clar so hard to blow. budd you so pro! manage to play a scale on the flute! *claps hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not my fault okaes [ &gt;.&lt; ] i also wanted to get a gold for syf dance.budd..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cheryl chew&lt;/span&gt; ; nahhs. end up rain. then also never go swimming..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ernest&lt;/span&gt; ; oh please. tsk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ronald&lt;/span&gt; ; hohos. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jamin&lt;/span&gt; ; haha. so you managed to find my blog..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110447279484490422?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447279484490422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110447279484490422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/reply-taggs.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110438946039568243</id><published>2004-12-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:51:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;last band prac today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd so. have band in less than a week`s time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way home was totall horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenqi and sheeping started bulleying mee. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then talk to wen abt dance and other stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;might be going to swim tml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then accompany my sis to church earlier to decorate the church for watchnight service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dadadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110438946039568243?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110438946039568243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110438946039568243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-band-prac-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110438962037118348</id><published>2004-12-30T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T14:53:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like smacking someone`s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110438962037118348?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110438962037118348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110438962037118348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-feel-like-smacking-someones-face.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110431465768933512</id><published>2004-12-29T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T18:04:17.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sec 1`05 cca exibition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mee[dehs] and pinks[wanning] were siaox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were running ard the whole place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when the sec3 band-ers played some song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we shakked our butts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*jiggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pinks so dan siao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wanns to approach the sec1s budden when we walk nearer to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will pull mee away and say so paisei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whakakakas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeahhs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then met cheryl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we talked loads okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;catch up on each other`s life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long talk laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i had to clear upp the cca booth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. talk soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she cut her fringe. almost couldnt reconigze herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sk left like so early.at 10. so i was all alone for the rest of the hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and when i was downstairs with pinks. i left my flute on the macs table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thankks for those ppl who took care of it for mee !  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we got our band uniform today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are we suppose to get the sliver shirt with the skirt and the jacket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i don have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are we suppose to get 2 skirts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i have 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*shrungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the woman was madd when she took measurements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she expected us to wear the skirt above the belly button. !!!!!?!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joke of the century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like so dammnit toot canns?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now the skirt is superr tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110431465768933512?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110431465768933512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110431465768933512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/sec-105-cca-exibitionhoho.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110430851315544241</id><published>2004-12-29T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T16:21:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out yesterday with inez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to meet at novena mrt station at 1130.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd 1130 i was still at eunos mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. both of us were late laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause inez thought she lost her wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;false alarm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they we went long john to find yuqian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and before we sat down or anytyng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked us to accompany herr to cold storage to buy sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i passed herr herr prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we ate at long john.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seeing herr work so farnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whahahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*laugh my head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we refused to join herr queue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then our queue this lady in front of us spilled her drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then yuqian was like. see laa.who ask your don join my queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadayadayada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knocks herr head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this stupid indian guy siting beside us. shupper irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;look look look. smack your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;novena is 100% nth to shop laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed down to town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i bought a orange and brown bikini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couldnt find tankini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and those which were so-so nice was like abt 70 buckks?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*faiints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need for next year`s swimming lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then..bought my school bag too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lurvve it. its red and black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd when i opened it at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realized that it was quite short. cause the strap is short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so look kinda -toot-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or issit ive grew taller..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or issit compared to my other bagg. its short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hrmms. those who know. knows that my black bag is shupper long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost to my calfs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please don look at mee next year in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will box your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dig your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and cook em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110430851315544241?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430851315544241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430851315544241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-out-yesterday-with-inez.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110430677454035024</id><published>2004-12-29T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:52:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;dadada.roars !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;christmas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nth much went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.gave out prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;received prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole main sanctuary was filled with brittle bone ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. practically all the youth were at the 3rd level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;boxing day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;churchh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho.we skipped rangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa.cheryl.michelle.jinghan.me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went to watch movie at shaw plaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the phantom of the opera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intelligent show rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the others went to watch kungfu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo~quite a nice show  x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the show it was not early. not late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd we headed down to town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i wasnt wearing the nicest thing ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some black pmk shirt. with some pink skirt.yuckks. i felt like dying.   erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;far east then hereen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;took neoprints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.tight squeeze inside.  x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yadayada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jh went home at abt 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we all went yoshinoya for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my turn to smack louisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes reallie confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i don think youu are now rights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;update mee okaes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110430677454035024?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430677454035024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430677454035024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/dadada.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110430613275146196</id><published>2004-12-29T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T15:42:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;23 dec. sunday sch outing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;band in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;met louisa and cheryl at tp interchange. [same place]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yawns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were so like late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought i was the one who`s late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bought the gift for gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some hang-on-the-door-and-make-youu-laugh thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually suppose to buy jamin and shawn`s prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budden they appeared out of nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at delifrance. i was eating and ppl were looking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and picking at my food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*wash your hands first. thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way to the mrt met christina rachel wong and liu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*faiints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;headed to marina bay mrt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was totallie freakked by &lt;u&gt;the mop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*runs away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shawn gave out his christmas prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he dint even wrap those prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whahahahhahahs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jh prezzie was totallie..haa [no offence (: ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at the place. we got this stupid place at the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody`s smoke is like blowing towards us?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stinky.  and hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was in sch uni mind you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa got my gift. whahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she was like with mee when i bought it?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the price tag wasnt even off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so fated with jh okaes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got her prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then everyone was feeling bloated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd louisa and i were not even a lil bit full.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i kept drinking the msg-filled soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jamin is a great protector.  hohos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;great chef too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had ice-cream after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and michelle`s joke was horrendously disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ohh my goodnesss.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i almost died laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked to the bowlling alley to bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on the way there. michelle was like tooting ppl`s butt with herr christmas prezzie from shawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smack her face la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i also wann to smack siakhui`s face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acting like a totall gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*roll eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;michelle was the loser of all the games we played.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lowest score.  whahahhahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mine was average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whaas!  michelle slipped on the alley floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whahahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*bumpp.  floor crackks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hohoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shawn jamin and i were like running to the mrt station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we dint wann to miss our last bus home at 1130&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we managed to catch the 1115 bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tsktsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking home alone is like killing me mentally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ji ko pei[s] lurking in the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110430613275146196?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430613275146196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110430613275146196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/23-dec.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110369919731867967</id><published>2004-12-22T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:06:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;roar roar roar roar roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don mind mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i like roaring at ppl nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;michelle couldnt stand mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110369919731867967?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369919731867967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369919731867967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/roar-roar-roar-roar-roardon-mind-mee.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110369860678825041</id><published>2004-12-22T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T15:08:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im like so going to die at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last last last night was totallie horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was on the verge off puking. then it got stuck there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nothing comes out except gastric juices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then temperature shot up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i still went for band on mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wenqi sheeping all bulleying mee. they wanted to pull the strings. *aherms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we also had drills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which like worsen it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cough all the germs into wanying`s beloved flute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drank all sk`s water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still go and meet joylynn in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;halfway cannot stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she asked mee to go home first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaa. whadd a great idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost fainted on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now my brain is bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i stayed home all day yesterday wrapping prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost dieded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i counted. over 40 prezzies in totall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*faiints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now im so pro in gift wrapping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ohh. the sunday school dinner outing is posponed till 23 dec. thur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause we donnoe when is jh coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i din know they change the timing till cheryl told mee online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there is a gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i dint know that too till louisa told mee over the phone last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how am i supposed to find a decent prezzie when im confined at home so that i would not spread my germs to the outside wurll?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on thur itself i have band in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho. i would be santa that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. thur suppose to have the water baptisim interview in church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd after long consideration. i decided that im not after all that ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so..that shall be one of myy 2005`s new year resolution. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*take note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my trace on msn would be gone. and also on tag boards. and also in friendster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till a miracle happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause. virus detected and my father went to block those few urls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110369860678825041?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369860678825041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369860678825041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-like-so-going-to-die-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110369747914606058</id><published>2004-12-22T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:37:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;18 dec 2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to meet louisa and lynette at j8 at 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they were shupper horribly late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i thought i was kinda late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i got a shock of my life when i saw glenn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i finally bought the tortise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy. *claps hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and some other prezzies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lynette was so farnie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she din wann to pay for the toothpick thing with cash card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it only cause abt 3buckks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she got no cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so. she paid my things for mee. and i returned herr cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we were at toa payou interchange. waiting for bus 145.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we met hazel and paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then when we were boarding the bus. we saw michelle and cheryl behind the queue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suchha coincidental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and loads of ppl was wearing blackk and the youth camp tee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the gift exchange was farnie la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we had the evil gift exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mabeline got my prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheryl was so disappointed with herr gift la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;travel toothbrush and toothpaste set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i got some squeeshie chicken who squeeshes out an egg?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa got michelle`s gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ernest`s mom`s chocolate cake was so..rich and fattening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd it was nice !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kenny so badd. ask mee take food for him. and i was like so clumsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause its hard balancing two plates on one hand?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho. then there comes along a damsel-in-distress guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ronald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahahahhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he helped mee help kenny take food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he`s so gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats all i cann say!  (:  [jh. don be madd.][no offense]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went town with all the youth ppl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we like practically din do any good shoppiiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause in a big grp. its hard to do solid shoppiiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dadada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did we eat dinner? carnt remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. shop till 10+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we fellowshiped outside scotts shoppiiing mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went in to coffee bean to fellowship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talktalk chatchat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home at 1130+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cann life get any more interesting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110369747914606058?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369747914606058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369747914606058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/18-dec-2004suppose-to-meet-louisa-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110369622397648756</id><published>2004-12-22T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:17:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;17 dec 2004&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached church on time ! at 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did loads of admin work and stuffs like that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we headed down to town !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the performance was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd a lil bit on the soft side yaas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hazel so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when she was on stage. she kept on winking at showing all herr farnie faces to mee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was down there laughing my head off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after the performance. we went to eat with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually we wanted to eat at sakura thai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd the queue was horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end. we ate at burger king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they kept on teasing mee and yi shun laa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost died there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the others wanted to go suntec to shop till midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd mee louisa cheryl lynette thomas and glenn stayed in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd it was like already close to 10?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yupps. so we din shop muchh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slpt in the bus. hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home at abt 11 laas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110369622397648756?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369622397648756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110369622397648756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/17-dec-2004reached-church-on-time-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110320043702079475</id><published>2004-12-16T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T20:33:57.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;heyys. wenqi seniorr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im not notii kaess. i turned upp today.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;partially cause got audition x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i failed auditions. results not out yet budd im sure of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;booboos. !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho. your passwordd so kweet.  x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i was feeling &lt;u&gt;quite&lt;/u&gt; confident.
budd sir smashhed my self-esteem.
im so....smashhed by him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whadd rubbish.
erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to church to do the 15hrs tyng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i was late. again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carnt stop being late lorrhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually i purposely woked upp earlier. budden donnoe whyye still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;church was so crowded. all the a.r were theres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;glenn was still being his irritating self. erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya. i realized how working ppl are so..stressed upp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going church tml again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then on the night we will make our way to orchard to support faithians !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwahhs. budd still donnoe whadd they performing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i still need to do christmas shoppiiing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110320043702079475?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110320043702079475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110320043702079475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/heyys.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110313342043038626</id><published>2004-12-16T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T01:57:00.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went out with bitchy partner numberr1. louisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i carnt help it if im like half and hour late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd youu hadd a great tyme dealing with the jikopeis rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bwiahahahs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quote " i met one jiko (old man pervert?) while waiting for jeralyn (half hour!!) he peeped into the woman's (next to me) blouse. well. it was little bit low cut at the back. in fact it was not. but he peeped anyway. don't see any fun in tt. pah. after jerall arrived (after i practically fainted and was pissed off.).." unquote from louisa`s blogg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we went to return my overdued books. and jikopei number2 appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. and he is a yellowed[?!] bogay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he asked us for change to take bus somewhere. gaylang i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-thats sounds a bit mean. nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we said no. and he kept on asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked away. fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we circled him. i on the left side and louisa on the right side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-wrong move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he turned and asked louisa where we were going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa`s reaction: quote " you know what i did? i was appalled at my actions. i turned behind, said 'huh' in a very mean way and rolled my eyes so hard at him. unintentionally. it just came out. i didn't know. but anyway good for him. harassing young girls when he should be like, getting a dental job." unquote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we headed down to heeren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shop shop shop shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like ohh my goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i so carnt stand stinkin last level of heeren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it stinks totallie lorrhs.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i felt like puking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last sun also got that same..ugly smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it smells like..all the rotten smells in the world added together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd it seems like im the only one covering my nose and mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everybody seems fine with that yucks smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. they are all not human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aiiii. back to the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we bought mass gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they cheated us of our money canns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on the way to cine. we saw shawn.rachel woon. engseng. joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like....err..h.hhiii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that scene was so awkard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was caught by surprise. cause i was describing how nice cine was to louisa. with my farnie actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yaas. at yoshinoya. louisa set mee into heaps of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;herr miso soup cap cannot open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we were laughing at this guy who was trying to open his stuckked bowl capp too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was like puting his ear near to the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then after much struggle. he managed to open it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i think he scalded his ear. and hands too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there was this irritating lil mommy`s boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the mom helpfully helped the boy open the soup. then it accidentally spilled onto the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and plz lo. he was so dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think the mom was wetter than him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he was screamming his head off at the mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smack his mouth ar. total brat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blahhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we walked back to heereen after shopping there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see my tortise. hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd ended up taking neoprints. hurhur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and got to smell the smelly smell again. erg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;third jikopei of the day: somerset mrt de carpark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quote " we were walking and talking towards somerset mrt (through the carpark) then this khaki shirted guy was like tailing us so near LOR. practically stuck to our plastic bags of presents already. then i felt disgusted then i linked arms with jeralyn and walked really fast to the escalator to the mrt. he followed in the same speed. yuck. then down the escalator, he was behind us. STUCK to us. mind you. ok. then when we were walking through the 'corridor' he tailed so near. so jeralyn and i tried to act silly and disgusting 'cause she pointed out the damsel-in-distress whistle the entire jamm gang has (jinghan, michelle, jeralyn and i) then i pretended and i said, 'wah, your boyfriend give one ah. let me see. so nice. wooo.. ' *tries to be annoying as usual so as to lose the pervert* we then slowed down because of the so called so nice whistle then he walked in front of us laas. wadd a freak. and he kept turning behind and looking at our faces. I felt like smacking him!!! ugh. tt's the fun part laa.: unquote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we were so fake lorrhs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'your boyfriend give youu &lt;em&gt;wann arr.'  &lt;/em&gt;so chao ahlian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aniwaes. the world`s guys are total chao jiko pei despo-s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;erg. *faiints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110313342043038626?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110313342043038626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110313342043038626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-out-with-bitchy-partner-numberr1.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110295663439436038</id><published>2004-12-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:50:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reallie pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nobody believes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;go and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freakk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110295663439436038?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295663439436038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295663439436038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110295650757903385</id><published>2004-12-14T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:49:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;engseng smsed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juz when i was on the train thinking abt camp juz now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hes reallie kweet and farnie laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and innocent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110295650757903385?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295650757903385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295650757903385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/engseng-smsed.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6794404.post-110295637010754730</id><published>2004-12-14T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:46:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;louisa.! im also infected by fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;totallie horrible and irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din go for band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;budd i went for guitar lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and by God`s grace. i passed the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was top2 out of we yall 4.  hoho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i din touch the guitar for a whole 7days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and only in the afternoon before i left the hse then i prac a lil bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woots. god is greatt manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chuchutrain was reallie farnie manns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she brought herr digi camm with used upp batteries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*faiints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shes so dammn blurrs laas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jeremy looked toot with his unkempt hairr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joylynn came back from cheena. shes rosyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6794404-110295637010754730?l=standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295637010754730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6794404/posts/default/110295637010754730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standinbyalltheway.blogspot.com/2004/12/louisa.html' title=''/><author><name>jerallyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
