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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/113136085334792016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/113136085334792016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136085334792016' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108955870696110115</id><published>2004-07-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:19:00.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><summary type='text'>thats me -&gt; [\*/]/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108955870696110115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108955870696110115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955870696110115' title='new blog'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108955467654345957</id><published>2004-07-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:04:36.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.i dont know whats wrong with my computer. it disallows me to view some pop up windows. on friendster and mediacorp. haha! well went shopping. i bought a new pair of badminton shoes. its ULTRA ULTRA comfortable. i think i am in love with it. and ytd. went to the youth park. the sales. was quite. -_-  violet kept playing games at this stall. urghh. bycraniumquadreplets. sheesh. whats that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108955467654345957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108955467654345957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955467654345957' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108929585720754402</id><published>2004-07-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T22:10:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i m p e r f e c t i o n</title><summary type='text'>my legs are aching like fuck. they were soaking in muddy water like fuck and it fucking felt good. it was fucking raining and i was fucking drenched in sweat and rain water. i was fucking tired. i am NOW fucking pissed cos that fucking show didnt show  THE BEAUTIFUL FELCIA CHIN grrrrrrr.I WANT PCSS!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108929585720754402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108929585720754402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929585720754402' title='i m p e r f e c t i o n'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108920305163824901</id><published>2004-07-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T20:24:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><summary type='text'>your a different person. i am a different person. we are both different individuals. i want us to be one. its so hard. when we just cant seem to coincide with one another, as a day goes by, you dont know how much more i am losing. as the day goes by, you dont know how much i lost. ignorant as ever. we are who we are. to be one, is hard. but, i didnt say i wouldnt try. if i tried, would you ever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108920305163824901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108920305163824901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108920305163824901' title='you.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108911917992839931</id><published>2004-07-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T21:06:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hi.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108911917992839931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108911917992839931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108911917992839931' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108904036094039700</id><published>2004-07-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T23:14:52.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to where ever you are.</title><summary type='text'>today, i was fucking blue. i mean like. i was kinda sat. after i had tuition, i watched tv. kinda cried a little. usd the computer cried a lil bit more. i mean, i am kinda lonely at home and the fact that. i dont know how i feel.i really miss **Her and maria was kinda insensitive. i mean, what she said really hurt my feelings. over **Her. although we never started. i feel so much for her. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108904036094039700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108904036094039700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108904036094039700' title='take me to where ever you are.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108895681438274912</id><published>2004-07-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:13:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupid gwennie is trying to  put jabi's photo up on blogger. but stupid blogger doesnt want to take jabi.yeahh rightt. acting all childish and stuff.i feeel ultra moronic. i mean like after why i told *her. its really hard for me to face *her. i feel like i've let *her down or something. i feel like some fucking moron. i bet *she thinks i am a fucking moron too. i dont know. and maria's great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108895681438274912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108895681438274912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108895681438274912' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108869469313927346</id><published>2004-07-01T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:33:28.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey..haha! softball really suckeedd. was ultra dry. well this team is really more of a me then we. i jsut dont get it. anyway did i tell you felicia chin rocks. likee yeahh haha! i am her fann. set up a fan club of hers or somethingg. wheeeeeee~CHECK THIS OUT!!Once a groupie, now she has her own 'following' By Chang May Choon reporting from Taipei MONTHS ago, Felicia Chin was just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108869469313927346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108869469313927346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869469313927346' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108859747180872489</id><published>2004-06-30T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T20:11:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maria wants me to update. i am happy. yess  happy. had softball. got my racquet already. =))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) yeahh. had some black out last night. it was like. i switched on my room light, then there was a piak sound then the lights went off then my dad scolded me, then my sister was like, DAD! THE WHOLE ESTATE BLACK OUT. then i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108859747180872489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108859747180872489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108859747180872489' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108800992313959268</id><published>2004-06-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T00:58:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have nothing to update. everyone is just sad. and snow dogs rock. joanna  who acts as barb rocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108800992313959268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108800992313959268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108800992313959268' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108783570834254891</id><published>2004-06-22T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:54:53.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she passed on. we hoped she could make it to july. but she passed on this morning. like 5.30? or something like that. everyone is quite sad for her. she's gone to a better place. already. grandma. i love you.yeahh went for cheers. i think i liked it. i think i like*. haha! sweet. hmmm took many photos. uploading it la.. haha! did i tell you sharmaine oh rui wen has the same shorts as me?! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108783570834254891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108783570834254891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783570834254891' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108766375720327635</id><published>2004-06-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T00:49:17.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bunnies</title><summary type='text'>hello.my mum is a pain in the arse. in the back in the wherever. sheesh. her comments are really nasty. -_-" anyway today we are having the cheers thing. so excited. even though its not me who is playing. sheesh i am happy for pearleen. she's playing some siti mastura. yeahh. go pearleen. i'll try my best to go and support you babyyyy. =)))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108766375720327635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108766375720327635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108766375720327635' title='happy bunnies'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108756743056109874</id><published>2004-06-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:03:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iwentfortraining.</title><summary type='text'>hello.went for training. bought a new racquet AGAIN. had steamboat. then had to go to the hospital. my grandma was doing too well. she got some lung infection or cancer or something. she was in bad condition. it was really bad.i feel sad for her. seeing her in the this state is quite sad. my dad says, anytime soon. and that is really depressing. but i cant say much. she's old already. and... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108756743056109874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108756743056109874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756743056109874' title='iwentfortraining.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108740160317454534</id><published>2004-06-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:01:36.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>polka dots!</title><summary type='text'>i will kick that laptops ass soon. i'll just have to figure out where is its ass.went for cheers in the early afternoon. and i saw something quite DISPLEASANT. UNAPPEALING. sheesh. she acts cute. ties 2 pony tails. one at the each side. urghhh. and your act cute smile. and act cute clothes. sheesh. and anddd your parents never taught you mannners is it?? didnt you know that IT IS RUDE TO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108740160317454534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108740160317454534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108740160317454534' title='polka dots!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108729404607395096</id><published>2004-06-15T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T09:45:32.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the start</title><summary type='text'>imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.imissmybaby.hello. see the top. that's how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108729404607395096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108729404607395096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108729404607395096' title='this is the start'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108713511353794089</id><published>2004-06-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T21:58:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chained</title><summary type='text'>got 2nd for the doubles at the bouna vista badminton tournament yesterday, lost to charlene 15-16. quite angry. but what to do? not concentrating and my other crap. then went for the telok blangah competition next. was back to back. was to tried to play my singles. but i think i improved against her. 21-11 the last time we met it was 15-4 so yeahh. haha! well she's quite nice. pearleen played </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108713511353794089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108713511353794089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713511353794089' title='chained'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108696922584881397</id><published>2004-06-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T17:50:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cartoon land of mysteries</title><summary type='text'>hello.had a fun today. bought tong's prezzie. but she left school already.yeahh. before i reached the canteen, i saw this girl called magdaline(sp?) in school. she really reminds me cheryl.. well its a sad story. too bad. i suppose she's forgotten me or something? yeahh. nothing to say. bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108696922584881397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108696922584881397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108696922584881397' title='cartoon land of mysteries'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108676771395903500</id><published>2004-06-09T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T15:55:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit shit. i am a stupid fuck nut. was talking to my sis that amelia's birthday coming, then the oh-so-smart me forgot all about it.so here goes.AMELIA TAN JIA YI!!! JIA YI!! HAPPY(belated)BIRTHDAY. I SO TOTALLY FORGOTSMILE YOU,LIL JIA YI? righhtt. yeahh i'll get you your present. yeahh. may all your wishes come true k! =)))))))))))))))))))))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108676771395903500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108676771395903500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108676771395903500' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108669321881530547</id><published>2004-06-08T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:14:27.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing seems to able to make my world revolve anymore</title><summary type='text'>hi.its the holidays and seriously. i think i am a pig. eating, playing, sleeping, bad mooding and whole lot of reading for the past 3days? yeahh. its a nice book. mad about a boy by maggie alderson. sheesh. never been so touched by a book before. seriously. like. i really felt very bad for the lady whose husband(hugo) turned out to be gay. then when she actually kind off gotten over it, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108669321881530547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108669321881530547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108669321881530547' title='nothing seems to able to make my world revolve anymore'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108652070057587408</id><published>2004-06-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T19:18:20.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!</title><summary type='text'>i am th loserfied being. yeahh went golfing. totally suckeed. prolly cos i saw derrick and stanley. and yeahh being this really egoistical me. and blahh blahh blahh leon see went to hospital cos of some soil disease yeahh.been there for some 2 weeks. poor guy. but i dont caree. not that i dont care if he is there. but yeahh. and blahhhaha.got this from friendsterr. whee~10 Years Ago, I..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108652070057587408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108652070057587408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108652070057587408' title='HAHA!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108641693376575017</id><published>2004-06-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:28:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-babyiloveyouandivegottahaveyou</title><summary type='text'>hello. was kinda depressed yesterday. we miraculously lost. to haising. so FUCKED UP. well. probably we weren't their match but yeahh. for me and irina's match. it was possible to win. to make is 2-3 but it ended up 1-3 so yeahh. karen and meiyi beat cheryl LIM and cheryl PANG. gees. was watching that match. cheryl p. made a mistake. the shuttle was well below the net. and she still pushedd. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108641693376575017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108641693376575017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108641693376575017' title='-babyiloveyouandivegottahaveyou'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108608295006422071</id><published>2004-06-01T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T17:42:30.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilovemyself*ilovexy*ilovestcbadminton</title><summary type='text'>1) What is your full name? gwendolyn wee(2) Are you happy with it? yeahh. its not too bad. but i dont like the dolyn part. (3) Are you named after anyone? cant be.(5) Your screenname: gwennie(6) Would you name a child of yours after you? nehh.(7) Wat wld u name ur children? so easy. xuyan la. thats if i have a child.(8) If you were born a member of the opposite sex, what would your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108608295006422071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108608295006422071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108608295006422071' title='ilovemyself*ilovexy*ilovestcbadminton'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108607628583013933</id><published>2004-06-01T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T15:51:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANNA IS CRAZEHHH</title><summary type='text'>yeahh. ok. she came in. what a ninnie. haha! next time dont let her help me. so disastrous. *disapointed face* yeahh so yea.. shall update for maria's sake. since she's the only 1 who comes here to kill my tag board. anyhowss. i am reall sick now. cos of KATRINA RAHARDJA she kicked my thumb and its fucking swollen. its like a bratwurst sausage or something. and its turning red. i look ultra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108607628583013933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108607628583013933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108607628583013933' title='ANNA IS CRAZEHHH'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108584358978908770</id><published>2004-05-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T23:14:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annalee invades ! </title><summary type='text'> annalee invades !  suppose to " help " youyouuyouu la. cos i was bored. anyway. gwen`s gonna get a new blog. [[: its super duper ultraaa cute la. [[: thts about it. takecare everyone. [[: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108584358978908770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108584358978908770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584358978908770' title='annalee invades ! '/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108571989946465684</id><published>2004-05-28T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T12:51:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>squirelli</title><summary type='text'>haha. hello. forgot to blog about something chao important. but yeahh. forgot what it was anyway so yeahh. did i mention i ponned school today. i was so reluctant to go. like since last night. had a few bad days though you dont see it. monday is coming up real soon. dont know how she'd feel. i hope she's done her preparations. not stressing herself TOO much. and all. just hope she does well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108571989946465684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108571989946465684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108571989946465684' title='squirelli'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108540317246876980</id><published>2004-05-24T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T21:43:11.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yoohoo. swing swing</title><summary type='text'>helloe. long time no blogg.had softball today. doubt i had to play today so didnt bring glove but yeahh. had to play. haha! kim rocks. shes brave enough to pitch though she just figured how to do it like on saturday?? haha! yea. she rocks. she oh-so-cute. no sarcasm haha! to the pcss pitcher, wanying. no.13.sorry bout your knee. i didnt mean to hit the ball that hard or aim to your leg. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108540317246876980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108540317246876980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108540317246876980' title='yoohoo. swing swing'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108519451687409434</id><published>2004-05-22T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T10:55:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dash board</title><summary type='text'> you can go on and on and on. i wouldnt care, cos nothing is gonna make me withstand your foul AH NEH mouth-do teachers come to students blogs?-now that your already leaving i dont know how to tell you things that you should know.the day i sat down and cried, i hugged pillars and cried i threw this really bad tantrum, but however hard it was. i knew i aint going to see you again, not so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108519451687409434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108519451687409434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108519451687409434' title='dash board'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108488679097553138</id><published>2004-05-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T21:26:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty</title><summary type='text'> you thought you weren't going to lose out, but you were wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108488679097553138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108488679097553138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488679097553138' title='guilty'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108476231626059563</id><published>2004-05-17T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:51:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roarr</title><summary type='text'>hello you lil poo piggies. urghh. thats un-friendly. rite. haha not updating these few days cos i realized that sims is wayyyy funner then coming online, though i dont know what i do online, oh yeah.. i used to come online because of msn. but noo. sims changed my life ( rightt... so advertisment i guess?) hahaha! anyways i had my DnT paper. yeaa. it was reall hard not enouhg if time and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108476231626059563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108476231626059563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476231626059563' title='roarr'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108443662671741588</id><published>2004-05-13T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T16:23:46.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>talkin to maria on the phone nowww.w. papers were lol. haha! aiya. i donnt know what to sayyyyy. haha! i am going to cut my hair AT A SALON. hahaha! ermm. am chao bored now la.. haha! aint revising my lit.! hahaha!  I PLAYED SIMS YESTERDAY AND I KILLED 10 PEOPLE. 3 people died in the swimming pool, 4 people burnt to death, 2 starved to death, 1 died accidentally.hahah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108443662671741588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108443662671741588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108443662671741588' title='-'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108400846393123292</id><published>2004-05-08T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T17:32:56.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>dont see me as who i am but what i am inside.you never took time to see how i actually felt. you just assume that i am happy and all. i wished i could tell you. i wished i could let you understand me. but no. i cant. its just me. i like me the way i am. -exam stress-its been so long and i dont know why i feel this way. - when i first saw you. i never thought i'd fel this way for you, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108400846393123292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108400846393123292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108400846393123292' title='-'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108394370392468103</id><published>2004-05-07T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T23:32:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kick                                  me</title><summary type='text'>HELLO!!haha! i hear some lil brat on perfect 10. she sounds brat-ty but shes like sec3. urghh.whatever. oh yeah oh yeahh. perfecttt tenn rawkz. urghh. yea yea yeahhh. haha! the internet is so screwed. i should just punch it. haha! oh yeahh. during dnt  so suayy. ahha! i sneezed at least 20 times then mr chandran was like you keep sneezing sonner or later your going to sneeze your brain out. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108394370392468103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108394370392468103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108394370392468103' title='kick                                  me'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108382938099217076</id><published>2004-05-06T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T15:47:27.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.screwed. hahaha! i dont know why but yea.. screwedd. i am super sleepy. but i cant sleep. my chinese tuition ended some 30-40 minutes ago. and i am waiting for the maths one she was working in my mother's office la. some attachment student from poly or something. my dad is pickingher to come here. she and my 2nd sis v close. haha! and i just realized that my chinese tuition teacher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108382938099217076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108382938099217076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108382938099217076' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108366139286161336</id><published>2004-05-04T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T17:07:12.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello..hi xuyan.i suan-ed kohila, she tried to correct ting ting's pronounciation of temporarily then she said 'i am trying to correct ting tings pro-noun-cia-tion' and i said. 'kohila, pronounciation is not pronouced as pro-noun-cia-tion, it is pronounced as pro-nun-cia-tion' haha! that really made the class laugh. haha! she was so frigging embarassed any one could tell.well. i have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108366139286161336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108366139286161336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108366139286161336' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108359195351850036</id><published>2004-05-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:50:07.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  BITE ME! i am serious. bite me, but who would. now i am starting to dislike miss vino. but it doesnt happen to be her fault. arghh. BITE ME FOR NUTS! no. kill me.  aiya. whatever it is.. so people said i am balding and yea.. i just realized some 2 hrs ago that,  i am going to see the snobby people except for SOME people. and yes. i know your nameS. HAHAHA! i shouldnt be evil. yeaa. i'll do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108359195351850036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108359195351850036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359195351850036' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108342594733907589</id><published>2004-05-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:44:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feisty with an ironic twist</title><summary type='text'>hello.wont be updating as often as i used to alreadyi think i can just kill myself. i cant bring myself to school tmr. somthing happened today. and its  fucking bad. godd. i can just kill myself for nuts. but then again killing myself over this is not worth it really. like why on earth will i kill myself over my hair? urghhs. i've been msging full time. shucks. should control. 3 messages/hr </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108342594733907589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108342594733907589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108342594733907589' title='feisty with an ironic twist'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108324461489509517</id><published>2004-04-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:21:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed.not</title><summary type='text'>hello.i am a pig i only sleep and eat. i am a bad girl i aint studying. i am tired. i want to sleep but i just woke up. i am having a paper tomorrow. i am going to burn the midnight oil. i hate busty women as well. its disgusting. thank you very much. i love myself and i love xuyan.burning the midnight oill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108324461489509517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108324461489509517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108324461489509517' title='obsessed.not'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108315749992147865</id><published>2004-04-28T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:09:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twin`to`twin-oneandonly,onlyandone</title><summary type='text'>hello. i feel so retarded. why is my twin so chio? nevermind. i am cute to make up for itt. yes. i repeat myself. i am cute to make up for it! yeaa. internet has been -screwed for who knows how long. and its depressing. i cant get into my msn and every other thing under the sun. ya. i am fagging unhappy for nuts. yeaa. aunt irene picked me, amelia and my sis. haha!  we were talking in the car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108315749992147865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108315749992147865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108315749992147865' title='twin`to`twin-oneandonly,onlyandone'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108299022859325548</id><published>2004-04-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:41:52.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know me?</title><summary type='text'> why do i keep contradicting myself? i keep telling myself that i no longer see the need for her to be mine, but deep inside i am loving *her so deeply that i just cant seem to control myself. all i ever wanted from her was to be able to look at *her knowing that i have a friend in *her, now everything is going wrong. is it wrong for me to like *her                              *[[picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108299022859325548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108299022859325548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108299022859325548' title='you know me?'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108290312661483927</id><published>2004-04-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:29:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeaa. today was a lil taxing, i dont know why. yea. jun hao seriously did not understand what i said to them, i was like chauvinist. then jun hao tried to kick me then i said it again and he came to kick me, but i dont care, he is so weak. i am strong. too bad. :P haha! then i went to trim my hair.  ya i look funny. its a lil pong haha. yeaa. updated new album yea.  how i'd wish you had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108290312661483927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108290312661483927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290312661483927' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108280661262337623</id><published>2004-04-24T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T23:17:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are special in every and any way.</title><summary type='text'>well. the day was horrid AT FIRST.after that it got better till it became SOO GOOD.yeaa. dragged myself out of bed even though i was so tired. lol. i woke up and my hair was all puffy and stuff. and i was already 45minutes late for training. yeaa. my parent came.  gave me a life there. i played a few very good games. and of cos a few very bad. yeaa. me and meiyi were like ruling the courts haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108280661262337623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108280661262337623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108280661262337623' title='you are special in every and any way.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108273254966385241</id><published>2004-04-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:06:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional love</title><summary type='text'>heyyythe day was like. smashing hahah! i cant remember, yeaa.. school was ok. yeaa. assembly had some stupid dance thing. frigging retarded. dnt was worst. i was just being plain irritating. at least i was participating in class. yeaa. i gave so many rite answers. hahah! i so guai. lol. maths i also listened haha except for some parts. aiya. mind just drifted away to scgs. bout the times i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108273254966385241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108273254966385241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273254966385241' title='unconditional love'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108263335506973631</id><published>2004-04-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:33:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyyyydidnt update yesterday, was too friggin tired, and my sis was havng tuition, so i guess you understanddd, hahaha yeaaa. the laptop was with my dad, so i cant use it. yeeaa. so now, here i am blogging. lalala~ the days went by well?? hahaha i have  no idea why. i feel so stressed, but i like it. yeaa. softball sucks. yeaa. not that its very bad or what. i just dont like the fact that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108263335506973631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108263335506973631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263335506973631' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108246853801028844</id><published>2004-04-20T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:46:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shong jong bong</title><summary type='text'>hahaha. shong jong bong. its so INSANE. hahaha. class has resumed to being always that and alll. hahaha.and i just cant stand miss chan. nuh-uh. no more. its driving e insane. today was your nationals, i wished i could go, prolly it be over by the time i can ACTUALLY go yea.. class. its just so whacked, all those teachers are so worried for us, and all the while we are still talking  among </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108246853801028844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108246853801028844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108246853801028844' title='shong jong bong'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108237539832519133</id><published>2004-04-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T19:54:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heyyyi need to get some m.cs cos. i never go for anythinggg.. so much hwk.but i never do. haha! training tml i think aiya. i lost touch with the world. but who caress. ahahah! aiya.. today. super. tiring? i dont know why.. hahaha! -------------------you are the fire burningand shining brightlyin this heart-------------------</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108237539832519133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108237539832519133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108237539832519133' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108219940976334854</id><published>2004-04-17T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T19:06:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO!hahaytd had sports day, yupp.wAS so cool. hahah! when i was throwing my discus it was so funny lorrr. a lot of people dont know how to throw then so kns.! eeeyer.. hahaha! then yushan throw very got style. haha! then somemore throw so far. everyone was jealous. me too. yeaaa. then i had to throw my last discus cos i had to get my shot putt award. haha! bronze. my discus i threw 13.52m. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108219940976334854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108219940976334854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108219940976334854' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108204199367103642</id><published>2004-04-15T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T23:17:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my day sucked. ya. it sucked. it was terrible. i dont know why i started to cry during history. miss vino was talking bout loving yourself and how you should love yourself and i just started crying. like how horrid is that. yuck. was so upset la.. then during badminton. it was super screwed la. thanks to me. yea. and another person. yea. after that was super affected la.. sat at the stairs cried.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108204199367103642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108204199367103642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204199367103642' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108195152881789492</id><published>2004-04-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:09:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a loner with a sexy attitude</title><summary type='text'>hahaha. i didnt blog for 1 day so yea.. i miss my darling so much. so now i am touching it all over.  lalala~ its my computer! *kapish* aiyaa. very siann. had wanton mee for dinner. lol. training was fun lor.. i dont know whyy. maybe cos charlene was just being real mean!!  EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE THE VICE CAP YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THAT TO ME! i cant believe her! crap! she starting hitting shuttles</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108195152881789492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108195152881789492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195152881789492' title='she&apos;s a loner with a sexy attitude'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108177844495383589</id><published>2004-04-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T22:04:38.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. today was a lil off la.. was so lethargic in class. for nuts. i have art. and seriously think my project members are super pissed. or they know that i am just hopeless at art. =). lessons were so unbelievable. i managed to cheat my way thru history. i dint finish  A VERY LITTLE BIT and she didnt catch me. phewwwwwwww. haha!-_-" aiya thruout the lessons was reminiscing bout the past. bout how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108177844495383589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108177844495383589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177844495383589' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108157178942968774</id><published>2004-04-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T12:40:19.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i woke up today. all the dreams i had, about you. scared all the wits inside me, i was scared. it was a few bad dreams, i saw you in hospital. it was my fault that you were there, i went to visit you on the day you were supposed to be discharged, i went there. you had already left. i was scared. the nurse told me that you had already left with your friends. to avoid me. the word  avoid me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108157178942968774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108157178942968774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108157178942968774' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108152447123960650</id><published>2004-04-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T23:31:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just came back from clementi macdonalds not very long ago. i went passed the train station. its the not the train station which had the biggest impact on me. cos. it had nothing to do with you i am sad. i want to cry. but i shant. cos. i can never cry. when i want to, i cant. when i dont, i have to. imissyousomuch. you will never know what you actually meant to me, i take things for granted. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108152447123960650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108152447123960650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152447123960650' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108142399944429050</id><published>2004-04-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T00:51:31.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. i am going to be truthful. i am going to admit. i am not straightXUYAN:i saw you today. i saw you in the mrt. and i dont know what time. I WISHED I KNEW. I REALLY DID. you know. you will never know how i feel cos i love you. i lied when i told my friends that i liked youand that if i were to like someone. it doesnt mean i have to stead someone. yea. i lied. i drived myself crazy over you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108142399944429050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108142399944429050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142399944429050' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108134796546072782</id><published>2004-04-07T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:53:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. had training. i didnt train. i watched them to all those stupid stretching. and i havent sew my belt. mrs poh. was talking to me. bout it. miss chan too. shucks. i dont want la... lazyy. i wanna go home anyway. haiz. i doubt she can do it. no. i doubt she would do it. but she claims. she did it. haiz. i get myself into so much trouble.. training was ok. i havent finish my history. wasted so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108134796546072782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108134796546072782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108134796546072782' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108125973276310097</id><published>2004-04-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T21:59:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey...i am blogging after 2 days? i dont know. yea. went to jtc. played with some julia. hahaha. from china. i dint quite understand her english. and all my replys to her was like. ok. and i dont know. hhahahah! haiz. very tired la.. the day was ok. had art.. and miss ng was talking bout her life story. and she was like. very sad hor? y'all never cry.? so evryone faked their cries. haha! was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108125973276310097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108125973276310097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125973276310097' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108108965391504523</id><published>2004-04-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T22:49:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel super agitated.i've realized that one day without you. your entertain, your smile, your words? its so boring. i used to live with many days not talking to you. and all. but i now i seem to be captivated by you. your words. your entertain. your just so fun to be with. maybe i am thinking too far.but what can i do. i am creative ya. whatever. so i had training. was cool. i did some defending</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108108965391504523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108108965391504523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108108965391504523' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108099848534280505</id><published>2004-04-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T21:25:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> congeniality lol. today watched scooby doo with nat. super fun la!hahaa. had this cheesy dog. yum-i-licious. haha! i am PEE. haha! *you* are rectum! haha!. i am so siao.. haha!. aiyer. i feeling damn hyper! i see tata young. seth green is hot. in his lil nerdy way. and i am so un-organized. i lost scooby. cried. my eye got swollen. and my eye had a hell lot of pus came out of my eye in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108099848534280505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108099848534280505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108099848534280505' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108082172401349337</id><published>2004-04-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:00:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addicted to my sister's tuba</title><summary type='text'>pigs pigs pigs.haha! smiles! i feel so tired. like. my whole body is aching! yups. yups. i threw the javelin. the trial during recess was ok.yea.. after school was scary.ya.. all the pro pro javelin throwers came lor. hui yu. azlinda, shi yun, so many more lorr. wahh.i so scared lorr. me and melanie. made it la.. mr francis said i should hold it properly. hold it tight and throw with all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108082172401349337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108082172401349337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082172401349337' title='addicted to my sister&apos;s tuba'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108073300639451160</id><published>2004-03-31T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T19:40:23.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCGS is now on tv. haahHAAHa! i love my darling.</title><summary type='text'>teachers. are.? unbelievable.! mr seng was  supposed to bring the condom to schoo. but he didnt. he is just scared. haha! was walking back to class. miss quek saw me. and was like. where are you during trainings? if there is no pitcher what for train. you might as well write a letter to me to take you out of the team. so i am like. why not? i'll do just that. i am not scared of your threats. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108073300639451160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108073300639451160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108073300639451160' title='SCGS is now on tv. haahHAAHa! i love my darling.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108064016888189727</id><published>2004-03-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:53:03.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today. wasss. funn? i dont know. thing happened in school. art was ok. except for eudodia ng ling ling.. picking on me FOREVER. hahaha.like what is it with her name? yuck.had history. so. yea.. she had to take 20 minutes of my recess!! haha! what nonsense. ok. heng she dint see. lotsa stuff. haha! or i would have. i dont know what.had chinese. ya. chinese is ALWAYS fun. we can always sleep and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108064016888189727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108064016888189727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064016888189727' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108048273112941850</id><published>2004-03-28T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:09:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day could not have gotten any worst. haha.i feel so dumb-ity-dumb. haha!training to day got me all hyper. and it got me a lil twisted.like my knee feels abused. haha! i dont know what i am talkin abt. 3 singles and 2 doubles. its couldnt have gotten any worst.evryone wasnt there. like the clique we had in badminton wasnt there. like. my sister. vivian and emily. training was so slack la. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108048273112941850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108048273112941850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108048273112941850' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108037337223518472</id><published>2004-03-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:20:05.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn.got tixs to the crez awards[-. why get so worked up?] and i aint going! what nonsense. nvm.damn.having a bbq at home and i have the wei qi steamboat thing. i am going for the steamboat thing and my eldest sister so IDERT. say i must bring my sister. if not i dont go. that is wayyy idert. lorrr.i think i might as well not go lorrrrr. its my fren's birthday so why cant i go ALONE! wooff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108037337223518472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108037337223518472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108037337223518472' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108031468666717413</id><published>2004-03-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T23:28:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today had loads of fun in town. yepp. its was cool. i shat elaborate. cos i've been a meanie to you-know-who-she-is. hahaha. sorry la.. so petty. hahaha! nv reply my msg. nvm. uh huh. ptc. i didnt go. i refused to go. i dont want to know what they talked boutt. yupp.. tml is wei qi's birthday. i havent gotten anything for her. haha!.. her steamboat thing should i go for the guides campfire or her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108031468666717413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108031468666717413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031468666717413' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108020364016254837</id><published>2004-03-25T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T20:06:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I DO NOT WISH TO ATTEND SCHOOL TOMORROW. its ptc. haiz.. miss chan's got plenty to complain to my mum.but i improved alot from last. year. haiz.  i dont want to know anything..the day could not have gotten any worst. maybe i am expecting too much from  a handful of not disciplined softballers  although i came late. i know we had to practice on our own? why cant we do it on our own? must we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108020364016254837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108020364016254837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020364016254837' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108014005523849055</id><published>2004-03-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:57:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hieeeeeeeeee. today i feel. funny. haha. but nvm.. i think john stevens is cute.hahaha training was ok. tell you all a secret! gwen's taking part in discus javelin and shot put. HAHAHA! anyway. i love the world. now. YAY!~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108014005523849055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108014005523849055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108014005523849055' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-108005105394868524</id><published>2004-03-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T22:14:20.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day. went by ok? ya. uh huh.  dont know what to say. but i got my jersey 3. baby. 3!! haha! i am wearing it for training. getting used to it. haha! ;P so today. sucked. i cut myself. again. and i think i feel good. i dont know why. but. ya. and some people. stop acting as if you care. cos i know you dont. all you want to do is get me into trouble. i can never stay angry at you. maybe cos. we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108005105394868524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/108005105394868524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005105394868524' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107996401072072097</id><published>2004-03-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:06:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was screwed. i wrote a damned story for my engilsh compo la.. it was ca. and all i got was 25/50. i already knew i would get that bad. but i didnt expect him to come after me so seriously. what is wrong with the contents. its a normal life of a teenager. you go around the school you ask one of the students. anyone. ask them do they know anyone who does what refers in my story. you go round.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107996401072072097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107996401072072097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996401072072097' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107987309701296938</id><published>2004-03-21T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:48:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have it all planned out noww. just hoping it would workk. are you working. pls workkk. its between my life and my death. will it reach you? hopefully.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107987309701296938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107987309701296938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107987309701296938' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107971870074691386</id><published>2004-03-20T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T02:17:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><summary type='text'>Gosh! The wind started blowing. And its so strong.  I am so tired. I bathed and all. Had this chalet thing. haha! We had. no fun. LOL. I don't know la. But its damn funny la. Leroy was being some gay. He was gaying with a Lil boy. no older then 10. haha!  Timothy was insane la. He was commenting on how the gals cooked. You should have seen how we cooked. We were so organized. we could have done a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107971870074691386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107971870074691386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107971870074691386' title='Desire'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107954069459890888</id><published>2004-03-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:25:27.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the day sucked. it just sucked. but it rocked too. i think we're gonna give those softballers a run for their money. haha! not that we are really good or what. but thank karen for having faith in me. believeing that i can actually do it. i chose my jersey no. liao.. oh i said that. aiya. alot of things happend today but to lazy to mention. just too lazy to mention. i need my darling now. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107954069459890888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107954069459890888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107954069459890888' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107944861943517545</id><published>2004-03-16T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:53:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la dee dum. today damn fun la.. very retarded. had lit. piang. i read ra's blog. i agree with her totally. she called us bimboes lorr.. haha! but i know i am not. cos i am not. lol. damn tired la.. talking to some pple now la.. my sister is on the phone and she shouting. no. SCREAMING. ahha! shall i wax my hair? haiz. i mean tml la.. haha! mr lee will see my DAMN FUNkY new hair. haha! bhb. maria</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107944861943517545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107944861943517545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944861943517545' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107935311640308774</id><published>2004-03-15T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:21:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you so much.</title><summary type='text'> i miss you now. i miss you so much. why did i have to let you go? although i never loved you. i dont know why i miss you so much. you were always there for me. but i never looked at you. maybe till today. if i hadnt realised it. you would still be by myside. together with me. it hurts so much to have actually let you go.it was so painful. i was brought to tears immediately.although you were so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107935311640308774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107935311640308774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935311640308774' title='i miss you so much.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107927716573275104</id><published>2004-03-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:15:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey hey.. had training. and seriously i think 1 week without badminton caN KILL.i missed the balls. haha. but played a few games. maybe i was better playing games then stroking. i forgot how to net-cross*cries*haha! i saw sonja. its been a long time. haha. she used to scold when we played. haha! she said. you have to run. haha. she was mean. but nice.. but we got used to our partnership. she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107927716573275104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107927716573275104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107927716573275104' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107923838107937763</id><published>2004-03-14T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T12:29:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am leading myself to false hopes. its just stupid. you think since you can find 1 of them why cant you find another.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107923838107937763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107923838107937763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923838107937763' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107915537984105416</id><published>2004-03-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:24:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you HOT?!  amy is.</title><summary type='text'>heyzz. got back from camp bout 2hrs ago. and i am here to blogg. i am all cleannn haha!!! so tired.lol. so much happend. during camp lorr. does who missed it damn suay lorr. our instructor alicia, for rafting damn bimbotic lor. but shes nice. i suppose. she kept talking bout menses.then got another instructor. amy. damn sexy lor.. haha! wear the fbt shorts. then can see the legs.  then she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107915537984105416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107915537984105416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915537984105416' title='are you HOT?!  amy is.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107892809977373996</id><published>2004-03-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T02:20:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its all now a fragment in my life. a fragment so big. its so easy to remember. instead of keeping it as a forgotten memory which i should.all i know is that i am contradicting myself. i am changing my ever so peaceful world in to something different. i dont know why. but i dont like it either.i should just have my self tinned and sealed and sent to a dung factory to end my life because of over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107892809977373996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107892809977373996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892809977373996' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-10789115386430425</id><published>2004-03-10T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:42:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sipping on some sprite ice rite. now.. thinking bout how my day. went.it was absolutely disgusting.dont want to talk about it but it was disgusting yuck. i have nothing to say. morning suck`d i was this damn loner sitting we someone i known for a year. or so. but we rarely communicate. so . WOW! EducationForLife is tomorrow. if you were wondering. its EFL. not EPL. but EFL lasy year's EFl was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/10789115386430425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/10789115386430425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10789115386430425' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107883337568812494</id><published>2004-03-09T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:20:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a miracle.</title><summary type='text'>i love xuyanand germaine rawkz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107883337568812494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107883337568812494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107883337568812494' title='its a miracle.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107855388018776866</id><published>2004-03-06T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:21:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoia thong.</title><summary type='text'>harlow harlow..im bored noww. so sleeepy.lalala. i had house practise today. and i have a feeling. they chose their runners and throwers already. haiz. missed out on the 2nd year already!! rawrr! should i call sharon chio. or tell them on the next house practice.the next house practice is in like 3 weeks? rawrr. haha! sports day is in 40 days. see the difference. gwen. its all ur fault. lala. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107855388018776866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107855388018776866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855388018776866' title='thoia thong.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107849340682137781</id><published>2004-03-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:33:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raise an eyebrow.</title><summary type='text'>i love TONG!! haha!! so farni can! went to tbp. made a lughing stock out of ourselves. ok. i made the laughin stock outta them..  we went to some steamboat restaurant. then some pple. and suddenly. we changed our places. and we started laughin. and sooner or ltr the whole restaurant was laughin with us. the crescent girls. were laughin. still laughing. and maybe still laughin.class. sucked. i was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107849340682137781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107849340682137781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849340682137781' title='raise an eyebrow.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107840600916853912</id><published>2004-03-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:17:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> softball was ok today. saw what i had wanted to see ytd. actuallyitswasgood.youstoodtherelikeyouwerenotalive.youmadelilnoise.kindacuteduringtraining.wow.someonelikeyoukeepinglowprofileunbelievable.butitsok.youseemnice((:miss quek so mean!! she out to kill me!! and i know it!! dont lie! rahh! i cant pitch and you want me to pitch. im contented on 2nd base. better still on the bench! ha! i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107840600916853912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107840600916853912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840600916853912' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107832642298337147</id><published>2004-03-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:10:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i take that back bout softball. its does rock. but it rocks just a lil. ihateher.onmynervesnowsheslikeairritatingwannabeidontwanttoseeherfortrainingtml.maybeshesnotasbadasithink.we'llseegwen.we'llsee.I am a mountainI am a tall treeooh I am a swift wind,Sweepin' the countryI am a river,Down in the valleyooh I am a visionAnd I can see clearlyIf anybody asks you who I amJust stand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107832642298337147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107832642298337147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832642298337147' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107832603255517892</id><published>2004-03-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:03:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say the words you never meant to. tell a lie you never meant to.</title><summary type='text'> fuck this shit.i wished i never joined softballi never liked softballit was all lies.i hate it. i wish i could just say. I QUITbut would she let me go?i hate softball.i hate this crap i've gotten myself into.goodnight world.+++wish i never got to know the dysfunksional idiot.i have grown physically attracted to youshould i tell you?not nowx`y is still hereits not iti miss youi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107832603255517892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107832603255517892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832603255517892' title='say the words you never meant to. tell a lie you never meant to.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107823837256689101</id><published>2004-03-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:42:29.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalala!!</title><summary type='text'>so boredd.. neh.. tired.. tml got training. i'll leave first. bye. dang those test.test test test test test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107823837256689101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107823837256689101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107823837256689101' title='lalalala!!'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107814948670227022</id><published>2004-03-01T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T22:01:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.l.u. cos u bang u bang</title><summary type='text'>HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLOfeeling darn stupid now.lol. history test sucked. no. it was good. compared to chinese. i dint do 11 questions. like what in the world!! haha. but wtver it is. never really intended to pass. and if i really get called up by principal. im gonna explain what mr lee told us.aahahah! all planned out. eh. but im scared. suspension and all. like thats the only thing which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107814948670227022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107814948670227022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814948670227022' title='i.l.u. cos u bang u bang'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107789012320329089</id><published>2004-02-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:58:15.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still loving you.its different. i know it is.</title><summary type='text'> i miss you so much. so very very much. thinking of you makes me cry. i really miss you. i really dont know what. and why i find you beautiful. to them. they think you are a normal. maybe a lil leggy girl. but. ur different. your simply.beautiful. your beatiful inside out. that charming smile. that. voice. it makes one heart. melt. and that one's heartl has already melted for you. i really dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107789012320329089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107789012320329089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107789012320329089' title='still loving you.its different. i know it is.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-10778807633940328</id><published>2004-02-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T21:52:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey hey hey..... im super dooper tired. lorrr. something is wrong with blogger!!  BLOGGER!! UR SCREWED UP!! U HEAR ME?!?!  SCREWED UP!! hahaha!! just got homeee from the yio chu kang thingg... the boys was here. the girls too. like. WHOAH! haha!! damn crowded lorr. super loud too! so vexed. dunno y la.i saw her so many times lorr. im like. can i have reaction for you? cos. i want to say something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/10778807633940328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/10778807633940328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10778807633940328' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107771430405727814</id><published>2004-02-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:07:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im tired. oh so tired. lol we dint really train but we played very long la. from 3 to 6? im beat. haiz. when ur having your periods u cant play man!! it sucks.. gees. maybe im making a big fuss cos im tired. im not playing softball tml. lazy la. hahaha!! hmmm but then again. i might be. haiz. today training was SHIATTY! like. yea? haha!! some how. i dunno what i did. i seem as if im going against</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107771430405727814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107771430405727814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771430405727814' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107762386847957375</id><published>2004-02-24T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:00:35.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gwen is tired now. she onli got 3 words to sayi love her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107762386847957375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107762386847957375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107762386847957375' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107752645827673306</id><published>2004-02-23T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:57:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i promise</title><summary type='text'>gwennie's a lil tired today. got a lot of catching up to do. mr francis talked to her and the badminton team along with the tennis and basketball. talked abt the darn results. next week we are sitting for the exams already. and gwen has to study. cos if not he wil highlight gwen's name and she would have to have a cup of tea with either mrs kong or mrs poh. which she would detest. so gwen has to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107752645827673306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107752645827673306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107752645827673306' title='i promise'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107737559925349860</id><published>2004-02-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:02:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had fun splash today.was a lil hostile at the beginning. began to warm up. and started screaming my bloody mouth of. like ignatius is wonderful.! hmmm. 1 race was the sec2. freestyle or breaststroke 50m. lane5 diana tham. and guess what. empty. the race went on and it was still empty. like how sad is that. no sarcasm intended. after that went to plaza sing. got my bottle. happy. happy happy.!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107737559925349860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107737559925349860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107737559925349860' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107729230819731065</id><published>2004-02-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T23:54:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it isnt so.</title><summary type='text'>hmmm. headed for scgs after school. was like at the damn bus stop with maria. i was like. whining. go la.... go... then she was like dont want. so stupid go there for wat? hahaha. like after some 20 minutes. i just flagged for the damn cab. and ya i got in and maria followed. haha!! and the cab stinked. smelt like. shit? yuck. can u imagine. and we were in that bloody cab for some 16 minutes? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107729230819731065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107729230819731065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729230819731065' title='say it isnt so.'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107719433580490705</id><published>2004-02-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T20:41:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving like  t h i s</title><summary type='text'>[thank you. thank you for leaving just like that. so now your walking out on me eh? ya. great. yea yea. gwen feels GREAT.gwen who are you kidding. you know it best. hmmm.. so now. gwen doesnt know how to feel.feel. happy for her. and just be plain angry also for her. gwen has put her self into a complication she cant solve.]had this softball thingy. im tired. im burnt. my plaster mark. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107719433580490705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107719433580490705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719433580490705' title='leaving like  t h i s'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107711579964068767</id><published>2004-02-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:52:39.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i s t i l l l o v e y o u.i r e a l l y d o</title><summary type='text'> thank you badminton. if nto for you i think i would be sitting here doing what i really want to do. but not others. im able to laugh again. haiz. badminton rawks. its fun-ner than softball. like totally. hmmm..to alysia ONG!!: hmmm. thanks for telling me that.  i really dont know what i am doing. im just feeling down. i use a soft toy scooby to take her damn place. when i koe that. its not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107711579964068767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107711579964068767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711579964068767' title='i s t i l l l o v e y o u.i r e a l l y d o'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107701773263624918</id><published>2004-02-17T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:38:10.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on an arm carves 5 alphabets. x,u,y,a,n</title><summary type='text'> i give. up. send me out of school. kick me out. throw me aside cast me aside. why dont u ask if i have a damn problem before you say im not working.. stop saying im being oh-so-clownish when u hardly hear me laughing in class.u hardly see me smiling at you even.i cant stand it. if you want me out. than hurry.! cos i dont wish to stay if you dont want me.-gwen. u want to stay. ur mind just tells </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107701773263624918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107701773263624918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107701773263624918' title='on an arm carves 5 alphabets. x,u,y,a,n'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107693651101054147</id><published>2004-02-16T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:04:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause i believe that love is the answer; like it or not</title><summary type='text'> the whole world is against me. gwen. why must u put up a strong front when you think of her.why wont you tell joanne. why cant you tell anybody. why must you bottle it up to yourself. you dont want to. but you dont know who to tell.if the whole world were to find out. how you feel.? the last person you want to know is the whole world. why? because you are scared. you are scared. your life. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107693651101054147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107693651101054147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107693651101054147' title='cause i believe that love is the answer; like it or not'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107682301988068227</id><published>2004-02-15T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:32:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want to miss a thing</title><summary type='text'> thinkin about it sucks. your the drug that makes me want more of. you are the obessesion which im am obessed with. you are the one i love, and continuing to love. nobody's perfect. but you are perfect to me.  i.l.u so much. its killing me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107682301988068227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107682301988068227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682301988068227' title='i dont want to miss a thing'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107675615799510216</id><published>2004-02-14T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T18:58:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will search for answers. I can't change your past with all it's heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care. I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall. Your joys, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107675615799510216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107675615799510216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107675615799510216' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107673420199768448</id><published>2004-02-14T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:40:31.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*// im so in love with you \\*</title><summary type='text'>hey...im feeling nostalgic now. i miss her. soooo muchh..match yesterday was stupid. i did line judging most of the time cos they didnt want to.i lined judged scgs vs scgs. *screams* SC ALL THE WAY!!haha. the sec1s are cute. very cute. *sings* you are my sharmaine my only sharmaine.......... haha!!hmm. sc lost their 1st doubles.hmm there was this service. it was out.so i said out. but they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107673420199768448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107673420199768448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107673420199768448' title='*// im so in love with you \\*'/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213467.post-107650534332468035</id><published>2004-02-11T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:18:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*[[ i wanna cry for what doesnt hurt. i want to smile for what hurts the most.]]*hey. had  competition. lost to tp.talking to feathers helped. but soon it wore off.hmm. i wished i did better. much better. im so disappointed at myself. y?cos i caused me and pearleen to lose so badly. 17-14,12-15 and 10-15. haiz. im a sore loser. started crying. threw my racquet. and it cracked of cos. haiz. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107650534332468035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213467/posts/default/107650534332468035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acclaimed.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107650534332468035' title=''/><author><name>Greeeenfunk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05844303647838179345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
