<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:22:39.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetdreamlove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117620283646350464</id><published>2007-04-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:00:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make everything alright.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hello hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was alright, again. Finished up Math hw in the morning, finished up our English essay &amp;amp; then, Pe. Michelle is so screwed for her 2.4 I tell you. So screwed screwed screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't practiced/ trained to run a full 2.4 during Pe a single time. Graaaaaah. Instead, Alyssa and I ran a few rounds and then walked a few rounds and talked a bit. Don't worry, homerun. Smile, it'll be okay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the interchange with Elizabeth Eu Shuwen and Evan in the rain (!), to Mos Burger :D Took passport photo, ate, then left Liz and Deon. After everything, went to Raffles City (: Whee, I gotta say before today, I'd entirely forgotten how shop-deprived I used to feel. :D Not that I shopped alot, just a little. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Shopping is theraputic&lt;/strong&gt; for me, man. I really am starting to think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's been a pretty bad season for relationships, from where I'm standing. Watching fights, and trying to help resolve quarrels. Sometimes things get bad enough to a point where I actually ask myself if love, however much, is actually enough. Enough to solve problems, enough to make things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt quite alot today, I feel quite accomplished :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old friendships die hard sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;. It's hard to walk by you and &lt;em&gt;pretend&lt;/em&gt; our friendship never happened, you know. Sometimes I miss you, sometimes I miss what the whole clique shared. Sometimes I wonder what all the promises to stay 'friends forever' and all the song lyrics were for. Anyway, (: &lt;strong&gt;Moving on and letting go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated matter, I know this sounds insanely ridiculous and beyond incredibly stupid, but &lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the chemistry in the air.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I need you, want you, miss you, am driving myself crazy over you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay drama much, scratch that. Too dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;I just find myself thinking about you oh so often.&lt;br /&gt;So yup, driving myself crazy is just about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as we lie beneath the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We realise how small we are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If they could love like you and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagine what the world could be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment for me. Nickelback songs are finding their way into my playlists.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more emo. No more emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117620283646350464?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117620283646350464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117620283646350464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117620283646350464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117620283646350464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-make-everything-alright.html' title='You make everything alright.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117610867142002516</id><published>2007-04-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:51:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday you'll know, that I was the one for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was alright, school was the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to catch up on homework man, &amp; figure out Surds and redo my Amath &amp;amp; Emath hw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lunched after school with Liz at Burger King :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sat a table apart from Jeannie &amp; David so we wouldn't disturb them. Haha Jeannie kept looking over at us! So funny. And then she offered me her last strepsil. Hahaha omg I think we have a coolio relationship/ friendship (: Different classes &amp;amp; yet still close. I hope I don't jinx it, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's all Gillian's fault I keep saying 'coolio' now. She and her coolio relationship with Ian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooh saw Alyssa, Shalyn and their band friends at Burger King too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alyssa told the whole world about my hair and plastic surgery comment during History. Hahaha nonsense lah! It was two separate things okay. Really. Hahaa :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I feel like changing to&lt;em&gt; xanga&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need a new layouttttttt or I need a change. Feel like deleting all my old posts and start all over again with COOLIO posts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha okay I so don't make sense right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuition soon ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know how sometimes, things come rushing at you, and everything just gets so confusinng? And when that happens you search with all your heart for answers. And sometimes, when it happens to me, a song plays. And the lyrics answer everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's my comfort. The comfort I take in songs, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which probably explains my emo playlist and everything. Because these 'emo' songs are songs that I guess, I can relate (?) to when things go wrong. I don't know if this makes sense, and I don't know if I'm just talking nonsense. But I guess what I'm trying to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank God for music, thanks for the ipods too. (: Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Without my ipod on the way to school, I seriously think I'd just die.&lt;br /&gt;That's when it's noisy. When it's quiet, sometimes silence can be golden, however cliched that might sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And sometimes, yet again, silence can be so freaking loud, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whee okay a bit high, but just thank you for my ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; The title of this post, is for you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one I'd really want a coolio relationship with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nobody talk to Liz and me about the Man U/ Arsenal games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOBODY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Can't believe I lost my &lt;strong&gt;A Raisin in the Sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So pissed/ annoyed about it &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117610867142002516?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117610867142002516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117610867142002516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117610867142002516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117610867142002516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/someday-youll-know-that-i-was-one-for.html' title='Someday you&apos;ll know, that I was the one for you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117585961415809275</id><published>2007-04-06T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:40:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you put me on a pedastal,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Good Friday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stations of the cross at 10 this morning after Doralyn was late. Haha we weren't really late, though. (: Met Anne in church, then after all the stations we went to Farrer Market to eat. With Anne &amp; Doralyn and Victoria &amp;amp; Joy and Natalie &amp; Evan. Haha. Then, went for 12pm mass. Greeted and all. Mass lasted almost 2 hours, Anne made me giggle so much whilst we were helping. Grah, I feel quite guilty for giggling so hard during mass. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Tiara back at my place, did our RME project. (:&lt;br /&gt;Photowhored. Will post pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Project MEP: Mission Emo Possible was good fun today. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why does my hand fit yours this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I quite miss that feeling you gave me- Butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; Since we see each other so rarely nowadays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm turning to feel-good movies &amp;amp; books to give me that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish so much I could turn back time, rewind and replay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because all I have now are memories that're just gonna fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words it makes me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Screw neurotism&lt;/strong&gt;, I wish I could let go of things easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being emo sucks so much sometimes. Sometimes even the music doesn't really comfort you, sometimes it just makes it hurt more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117585961415809275?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117585961415809275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117585961415809275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117585961415809275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117585961415809275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-you-put-me-on-pedastal.html' title='Why do you put me on a pedastal,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117577441138268462</id><published>2007-04-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:01:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've heard it all before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drake and Josh is cracking me up so bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me to watch Zoey 101 Spring Break Up tomorrow please. The trailer looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went to Michelle Sham's blog.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you lots and lots, Sham! Can't wait for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Football Crazy cracks me up, too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117577441138268462?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117577441138268462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117577441138268462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117577441138268462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117577441138268462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-heard-it-all-before.html' title='I&apos;ve heard it all before.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117576352777963140</id><published>2007-04-05T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T17:02:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I can't be without you, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought this place was an empire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stupid post got deleted and lazy me is too lazy to type it out all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Basically,&lt;br /&gt;it's been a trying period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake smiles and false laughter&lt;/strong&gt; could sum up my entire week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes out to my &lt;strong&gt;ipod&lt;/strong&gt;, for all the songs and music. Because without it, I couldn't have coped. Especially in the mornings on the way to school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks also goes out to the &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; who've been there constantly. For the notes, songs, presents, hearts, for the talks and for making me smile when I'm down. Ily you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks goes out to my &lt;strong&gt;teammates&lt;/strong&gt;. Because things get cliquish, but it's good to know you're always there. Ily so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna fail my Chem test. Crapped and guessed so many answers. Grah so pissed about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I had studied before Wednesday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself saying that alot lately. &lt;em&gt;"I wish I.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is the in between period. One day a song is gonna break me down because it's gonna make me stop and listen and realise that the lyrics are how I'm feeling now, and then I'm just gonna cry and cry and cry. The 'crash'. The fall from grace. Well okay, just wish I'd have a prewarning. Actually no, I don't. My neurotism would get the better of me. I'm guessing no one understands what I'm trying to say. Mmkay it doesn't matter, just getting things off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything gets on my nerves so easily now.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'm emotionally a wreck right now, or if the things that are happening are actually worthy of my moodiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They tell me I'm not fugly for crying out loud,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be so insecure because you aren't fat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see certain other people around, and I realise how much better than me they are in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it alright? That sense of inadequacy just keeps creeping into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the phantom of my heart, and you're making everything hurt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love me, that's all I ask of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish I could replay that night.&lt;/strong&gt; The night that made me smile for real everytime I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thank you for bringing me down again, &lt;em&gt;I'll just pretend everything's alright, shall I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117576352777963140?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117576352777963140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117576352777963140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117576352777963140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117576352777963140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-cant-be-without-you-baby.html' title='&amp; I can&apos;t be without you, baby.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117570148715604752</id><published>2007-04-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:44:47.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're kinda hard to get over.</title><content type='html'>Just got home, check out the time at the bottom of the post, man.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired as hell, sleepy, &amp;&lt;br /&gt;I've barely studied for my Chem test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But it was so worth it,&lt;br /&gt;what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so good. The music was amazing. Love it. The ending is super sad, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Michelle, You're kinda hard to get over. says:&lt;br /&gt;gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;Whispers hello, i miss you quite terribly. says:&lt;br /&gt;REEEEEEEEEEEELAX FAIL THEN FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT HELPING, dearie! Hahaa, screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Thank God Good Friday is a public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Church + Doing project at my place (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Hope school tomorrow will be less tiring, less exhausting, &amp; that I don't replay emo songs in my head over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gillian: Michelle, can I borrow your ipod please?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gillian: (looking at my playlists) Michelle. (looks at me intently) Your ipod is full of emo songs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me. Blame all the emotional rollercoaster rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117570148715604752?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117570148715604752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117570148715604752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117570148715604752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117570148715604752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-kinda-hard-to-get-over.html' title='You&apos;re kinda hard to get over.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117561444742804042</id><published>2007-04-03T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:34:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tell her I love her"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So much homework that's undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The secrets and the gossip and the bitching, the nonsense rumours, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gonna watch Phantom of the Opera tomorrow night, gonna go straight after debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chem test on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell me I'm not screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I just need to hear it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heart in lip, I wish I hadn't met you today. Really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): Emotional rollercoaster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now it's hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117561444742804042?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117561444742804042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117561444742804042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117561444742804042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117561444742804042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/tell-her-i-love-her.html' title='&quot;Tell her I love her&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117560182399811519</id><published>2007-04-03T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:03:44.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're holding me back without even trying to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English first thing in the morning, was alright. Did a comprehension &amp; talked. Stupid Lianne, don't listen to her, she's &lt;strong&gt;full of nonsense&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha PE, slack period man. People had to retake 5 items, so the rest of us just sat around and talked. Listened to SJI-IJ combined camp scandals and everything. I just basically lay down and stoned and listened to Eliza, Tiara, Becky, Cheryl and Clare talk. Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recess: Ate. ): Feel fat today. Feel very fat. &lt;strong&gt;Feel very, very fat.&lt;/strong&gt; Crycrycry, haha. Then double EMath, double AMath, got so frustrated with matrices and the area thing. Grah. Then, double Chem. We went to the computer lab, haha :D &lt;em&gt;Saaaaaammie!&lt;/em&gt; It was so fun. Sort of. Doralyn was being a stubborn, naughty girl and laughing at the weirdest things. They really weren't that funny y'know, silly goose. But, whatever makes you laugh :D Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Met Lizabeth dearie after school, went to Plaza Sing and ate at- &lt;em&gt;GUESS WHERE&lt;/em&gt;. Mos Burger! (: Haha. Ate alot again. &lt;strong&gt;Say hello to the big fatty here&lt;/strong&gt;. Walked around, saw so many sexy tops. First, I need an occasion to wear the tops I so want to buy. Second, I need to lose weight and start looking prettier. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Carrefour, we couldn't find the &lt;strong&gt;carebears&lt;/strong&gt;! ): They don't sell it there anymore, I think. Went up and down the travelators and played with the potato chips in the middle there. Haha we put them back in the right places! I think the people there thought we were crazy or something. Then, met Deon back in town and went to Cine. Bought Liz's present, the loosy nearly saw me getting it. Haha. Silly goose. Then walked all the way back to the bus stop and went home. Tired like anything, aching everywhere from pft and it's been so many days already. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you Lizabeth, great catching up today :D I really miss you in class! Miss being able to turn to you and Jeannie and share a secret smile and giggle and just whisper random nonsense/ gossip. I miss you two so much, it's unreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate the effect you have on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate the way you &lt;strong&gt;hold me back without even trying to&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;unreal,&lt;/strong&gt; the way I let your presence affect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I die a little more inside everytime you do this to me, I really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have no idea how it makes me feel. No &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And it hurts, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The most ironic thing is, you aren't even worth my hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you aren't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; You're just like an emotional rollercoaster ride.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;This needs to stop, &lt;strong&gt;now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117560182399811519?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117560182399811519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117560182399811519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117560182399811519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117560182399811519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/youre-holding-me-back-without-even.html' title='You&apos;re holding me back without even trying to.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117551437540458042</id><published>2007-04-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:46:15.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I drive myself crazy thinking of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm fifteen now. Haha thank you for all the birthday wishes and the presents! I love you so much :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; If I didn't reply your msg, let me know because a few got deleted before I read them, because my phone blanked out- It's screwed up like that. I'm sorry! Ily Ily thank you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of homework is piling up, and I really need to start paying attention in class. It's so stupid, the way I let myself get so distracted. Emo-ing or whatever. Michelle needs to start paying attention. I don't know how I get so distracted when Tiara &amp;amp; Doralyn all pay attention and I just zone out. Grah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Saturday was an alright day (: Didn't go for Youth Lenten Night at church in the end, Anne says _ looked super hot :D Haha never mind, Good Friday I get to seeee. Haha. Celebrated at dinner and shopped instead. It was okay, could have been better I guess. But I won't complain because then I'd just rant on and on and not stop for about 20 hours. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, rushed home to watch the second half of Liverpool vs Arsenal. Liverpool were already 2-0 up, and I was quite disappointed because I wanted it to be close and all. Oh &amp;&amp;amp; then watched the second half, Agger scored a goal and Crouch scored a hat trick! Hahaha omgaah I have to say, sometimes my psychic feelings scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told people that Agger's hot and I hope he scores on Saturday. Haha I miss Van Persie. I think Arsenal are so much more exciting to watch when they have fewer injured players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just see non-interested-in-the-EPL people just roll their eyes or skip this part. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh talking to Jun Hui now. I hope I don't get killed on Sunday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Lianne took my wallet/ phone/ ipod hostage and nearly made me tell her what I asked Daniel a long time ago. It was so random lah I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm amusing Tiara now. Stupid fussypot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/698463/tiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/487364/tiara.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what. I actually managed to do an alright Chinese report thing. Did it during tuition (: Feel quite accomplished now. Alright, time to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just had to be the one I'd fall for."&lt;br /&gt;Doralyn can be so smart when it comes to coming up with nice quotations that I can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Friday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/103274/647747372l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/251175/647747372l.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/112190/508783330l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/967224/508783330l.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hearts to you &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117551437540458042?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117551437540458042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117551437540458042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117551437540458042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117551437540458042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-drive-myself-crazy-thinking-of-you_02.html' title='I drive myself crazy thinking of you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117524762381507281</id><published>2007-03-30T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T22:53:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have the bestest friends in the world! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I swear you guys are the &lt;strong&gt;sweetest&lt;/strong&gt;. Cake during recess :D, two days in advance. :D&lt;br /&gt;Although you guys were laughing about how it looked, and the chocolates in it, and how much of a lousy cake carrier Doralyn is, it was perfect (: Ily Ily, &lt;strong&gt;you are very loved&lt;/strong&gt;. And I am very happy and very fattened. Haha. Surprises (: And yaye to &lt;em&gt;spastic pictures&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHELLE SHAM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you, &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;History first thing in the morning, sat like this-&lt;br /&gt;Becky Alyssa Me Doralyn Tiara&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Alyssa was obsessing over her bangs. Doralyn was super sleepy. And Alyssa and I were writing &lt;strong&gt;Over My Head&lt;/strong&gt; lyrics out and all :D Lent Vanessa Shopaholic &amp; Baby, I still cannot get over the fact that she actually asked to borrow Shopaholic books. Hahaha. Gonna lend her Takes Manhattan on Monday, I'm sure she'll be done by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne was being super high today. Haha someone was really happy and all. I'll post pictures when I get them. We were like 10 minutes late for class or something, after clearing up the table. Haha didn't get scolded. Doralyn got her camera confiscated when Gillian and Anne were looking at the pictures. Spastic! Got it back at the end of class. Tiara came and we gave her a chocolate we &lt;strong&gt;specially&lt;/strong&gt; saved for her. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest day I've had in a long time. Since Tuesday, actually. Haha. Long timeee.&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA 5 items after school. I don't think I've ever done so well for 5 items. Aced everything, everyone was shocked at the number of pullups I did. Haha 21 okay! &lt;strong&gt;I have arm muscle, baby.&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder what it'd be like to punch someone. Bet my knuckles would bleed or something. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;Don't play play!&lt;/strong&gt; And Van was pretending to be pissed at herself because I beat her in everything. Silly goose. Haha. Okay I really must stop boasting. :DDD Yaye now I just have to do well for the 2.4 run, which I never do well for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ily Anne, Denise, Doralyn, Gillian, Tiara, Vanessa &amp;amp; everyone else :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You guys made my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to wear to church tomorrow for the Lenten Night thing thing. Haha it's gonna be so weird, I swear. I have nothing to wear. Have I already mentioned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a short talk with Steph and Victoria after 5 items. Gillian &amp; Anne are gonna be so happy tomorrow lah. Hahaa. I think we shrieked quite loudly. I hope it happens, you guys would just die of happiness right. What to weaaaaaaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could still be &lt;strong&gt;more than great,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it coming down to nothing more than &lt;strong&gt;apathy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nathan Scott &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; Haley &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Tree Hill &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I have tuition soon if not I'd watch OTH and everything. Love it. Love Nathan and Haley. Love Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry &amp; I feel fat. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, thank you you guys, &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just replied my tags on my tagboard. Haha. Feel like widening the post area thing thing, but I'm too lazy to go figure the html out now. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel emo now. I was just thinking about posting this on another blog. But I'll just post about it here anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just thinking back to old days, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y'know we've drifted alot. &amp; sometimes I miss you. I miss everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But sometimes I walk past you and it's almost as if we're strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the feeling it leaves me with is so bitter it almost hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I spent ages trying to figure that hurt out and I finally did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, now I just miss you that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So make me happy, make me smile for a day or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Say hi to me someday and say a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell me how you are and tell me how you're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm having a very hilarious conversation wtih Vanessa and Nick. And she wants me to say that she's not laughing. And that she loves me. And that I'm not a shallow airhead. Because she loves me. Haha okay now I sound delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg and no it is not even freaking possible Van. I don't want that to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eeeeeeew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was great. I'm hoping Sunday will be great too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a specific wish for Sunday, and I have a specific wish about what I dream about tonight. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friends, Ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117524762381507281?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117524762381507281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117524762381507281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117524762381507281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117524762381507281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-here_30.html' title='Almost here'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117517116412639714</id><published>2007-03-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T21:28:59.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We could have been great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;bangs craze&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Almost makes me feel like cutting bangs too, like the ones I had when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/88747/DSC01558.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/51026/DSC01558.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/665995/DSC01565.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/65113/DSC01565.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate the effect you have on me.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hate it I hate it I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a crap day. Paid attention in lessons, did what work I could do, I swear with no math today, I was so much less stressed. Oh &amp; there's this really nice poem at the beginning of A Raisin in the Sun. One day I'll blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All this talk is breaking her up on the inside."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; season 4 and caught up as best I could when I came back. I love that show, I really do&lt;br /&gt;Miss it so much. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nathan &amp;amp; Haley! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And no, Vanessa. OTH does not suck, it's so relative to the way I'm feeling right now it always makes me feel better. Well okay not exactly happier, but better. Because I love OTH. (: Love the way Nathan and Haley are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I'm not your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;punching bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So if you're pissed, or if you just enjoy taking it out on me, QUIT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because it's so annoying and urrrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was good. If I could I would replay that day all over again. (: With &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;the details. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/357618/DSC01676.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/686125/DSC01676.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had so much fun. Hahaa. With Vanessa, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I look at you and it hurts so much knowing that we can't be together."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): I want to watch the sunset on the beach with you. I want to be-&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to waste my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;be great, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;We could still be &lt;strong&gt;more than great.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117517116412639714?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117517116412639714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117517116412639714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117517116412639714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117517116412639714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-could-have-been-great.html' title='We could have been great.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117508802058980398</id><published>2007-03-28T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:20:20.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two in a million</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I need to stop being so vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;What I really need is to go &lt;strong&gt;shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Buy alot of things, start feeling pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eventually I'll feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;What I really need is to &lt;strong&gt;lose weight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That'll make me feel so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make me feel less self-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Or at the very least, feel less fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Say hello to the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt;, sick monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Alyssa&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;strong&gt;tissue&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blew my nose at least twenty times today. I should start bringing Vicks to school. Haha. Throat hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eating dinner now. I feel fat. FAT. FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;I think I need to stop being so &lt;em&gt;insecure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I missed you in school today, &lt;strong&gt;Doralyn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please don't feel upset, it's just one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you're wondering what I did in school today, I emo-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I &lt;em&gt;scared&lt;/em&gt; everyone around me. At the end of PC when we had some free time, I actually sat on the floor and thought about stuff. And I nearly cried. But I won't, because it's so, so &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know why I let you affect me the way you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't even want to want to see you. I don't even want to want to smile at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't even want to want to feel the way I do about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I had it my way, I would change that. Instantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha thank you Jeannie, Ily you are not fugly. I'm the fugly one silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stayed back for training today. Miche is sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): Cheryl and Mel didn't come. Miss youuuuu all. You all get well soon alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Michelle Sham's birthday is on Friday. Miss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So Steph, Jeannie, Liz and I watched the movie with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;And Steph and I gossiped a bit. Haha &lt;strong&gt;what to wear on Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to the library, did the debate tshirt, then went we left we checked out some yearbooks and laughed alot. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh shite, you really don't want to get on my bad side right now, and &lt;em&gt;you'&lt;/em&gt;re really pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deon, this isn't referring to you, if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just wanted to say again that I never said anything I said with the intention of being &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After training, went to Mos Burger with Nathan (: Talked &amp; drank corn soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feel so fat now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could cry if someone said something in the least bit hurtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel so &lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt;, and I half blame you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I guess. I suppose. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fat. Ugly. Stupid. Can't do anything right. Behind work. Weak. Airhead. Dumb. Fugly. Pathetic. Needy. Whiny. Emotional wreck. Vulgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Jeannie, my list beats yours. And &lt;strong&gt;I'm just not good enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ughhhhhh crycrycry I swear one day my emotional instability will turn on me and make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's our place baby, our place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I won't forget all the things that were said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the moments we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Even if things are &lt;strong&gt;vastly&lt;/strong&gt; different now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117508802058980398?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117508802058980398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117508802058980398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117508802058980398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117508802058980398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/two-in-million.html' title='Two in a million'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117499571010910877</id><published>2007-03-27T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:43:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over your shoulder you know that I told you I'll always be picking you up when you're down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have absolutely no right to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But being honest with you, I feel cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't want to discuss this, I just need to rant right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for listening, Elizabethy. Ily, I love you &amp;amp; Ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I was saying stupid, irrational things, but I just feel so cheated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for listening, thank you for trying to cheer me up (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My nose is blocked, watching Drake and Josh. They're so hilarious I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heart in lip, UGHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really did think you were different from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117499571010910877?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117499571010910877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117499571010910877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117499571010910877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117499571010910877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/over-your-shoulder-you-know-that-i.html' title='Over your shoulder you know that I told you I&apos;ll always be picking you up when you&apos;re down.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117498823551310917</id><published>2007-03-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:50:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's walk away from this hell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight, it ends tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a waste of energy. Fucking tired, don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Was excused from 12 rounds because I'm starting to cough profusely again, and my nose was blocked. Not complaining, just saying I could probably afford to lose weight. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double period everything today. Except recess of course. Haha okay not funny. TIRED. Exhausted. Just wanna sleep. I need music. I think I would die if not for my ipod. Maybe tomorrow I should skip recess and sleep in class. Training tomorrow, too. I miss y'all. And it's only been.. 3 days. Hahaha shite, I miss y'all alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw something that scared the fuck out of me. What happened to you? We used to be good, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing sudden is everything changes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The replay of &lt;strong&gt;Israel vs England&lt;/strong&gt; is on now. Hahaa there is nothing else to watch. I swear I'm so bored. Should be finishing Lit homework, don't get me wrong I love Lit, but I'm just not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I need inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;not just another negotiation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED. TO. GO. Shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I'm thinking this quite sheepishly because I just went yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;But but but.. Grah. I just wanna go, okay? And photowhore and feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Robinson just made a save. And Israel have possession again. I'm not an England supporter in general, but I just hoped they'd win this match. Wish Rooney'd scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Swoon. I'll catch you."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you to say that to me. Just die. Too bad it'll only happen in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to teach Doralyn to take a screenshot. She's such a loosy with no patience I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stargirls and Dreamboys, says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love, says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to paint and press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love, says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stargirls and Dreamboys, says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so leh chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there nothing to watch on tv? There's no Zack &amp; Cody, there's no Hannah Montana, there's no One Tree Hill, there's no Grey's Anatomy, there's no Man U game to watch. And there's no Mtv Hits. There's nothing to cheer me up. There's nothing at all. Grah why do people always say that there's always something you like to watch on tv when there isn't, really? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/400774/thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="68" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/798430/thing.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's the same old, brand new me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could stay home tomorrow. Sleepy as hell, fucking exhausted. Apart from the Tictac3 talking, nothing was that enjoyable. Gotta bring tissue to school tomorrow, keep having to blow my nose. And maybe lozenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you knowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feeeeeeeeeeel like I need you when I know full well I don't.&lt;/em&gt; (Not you, Doralyn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so pissed right now. ___ ____ are NOT hot. Thought you were different. Well screw everything I ever said about you. Screw everything. We don't even need to start again, if we ever did at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have a nice life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/109249/DSC01671.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/848458/DSC01671.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/843949/DSC01672.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/525948/DSC01673.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="93" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/528781/DSC01673.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117498823551310917?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117498823551310917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117498823551310917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117498823551310917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117498823551310917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-walk-away-from-this-hell.html' title='Let&apos;s walk away from this hell.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117490807677527747</id><published>2007-03-26T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:26:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Swoon. I'll catch you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I came here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;(Billy Crystal in When Harry met Sally)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="680" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/love-dreamer/DSC01638.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Doralyn. This is the girly who I will always be here for. Because through ups and downs, I love herrr, that won't change. And I know she loves me too. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 148px" height="680" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v283/love-dreamer/DSC01701.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World, say hello to my best friend. Stupid girly, really. But I love her all the same. I don't have a choice, she's my best friend. HAHA Ily (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll catch me. (Referring to the title of my post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, in so many ways, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Haha woke up early and realised there weren't new e-learning tasks to do. Met Doralyn and Vanessa at Cine. OMG I TELL YOU, I was only 5 minutes late! The two of them were so late lah. Considering I left the house at 1125, I'm quite happy I wasn't all that late. Went all the way up to see movie timings. Being the supposed bimbo I am, I totally forgot/ didn't know that there was a box office in the basement. Hahaha stupid much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor came, and we bought tickets at the basement box office. Hahaha met Tyanne and Doralyn's track friends there. Said hey and all. Met Jacq too! Her birthday is coming! :D Received Bestfriend's call, nearly died. Did a very stupid thing. I'm sure I sounded like a bimbo when I was hyperventilating, but forgive me that. Haha. It was shocking. Doralyn and I went to Topshop (: Haha I think I saw someone on the way there. At Topman, we saw someone pass by. I was like omg. Haha but didn't say hi. Maybe I'll mention it in passing someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photowhored at Topshop. Love the top, need to get it when I feel rich and am willing to splash out $73 on a top. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met Vanessa at Cine, was late for the movie. I'm sorry dear! I don't think we missed the dancing though. Watched Music and Lyrics, it's so sweet. I just kept going, aaaaah. (: It was funny and sweet. Then, we tortured Van by forcing her to shop with us at Cine and Heeren. Cannot believe that I didn't make her spend any money. I am usually quite good at that! Haha just ask Liz and Jeannie man.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Met George at Heeren. Haha I was like, are you stalking me! Haha keep running into him and Joel at Cine and Heeren there. I bought alot of things, spent alot of money today. I feel quite broke now. Okay not really, but still. Doralyn didn't get her bikini! ): Haha I tell you ah, it takes awhile to find the right bikini. And that Joseph is so much trouble, finding a present for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Back to school tomorrow, I think I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;But Ily Doralyn and Vanessa. Thank you two so much for today (: For celebrating my birthday in advance with me.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUUU. There's no one else I'd have rather spent today with. Running into people, and all the shopping and the movie! Except perhaps add in Tiara. I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit Yee emailed me this quiz. Decided to blog it instead. Haha. Her answers were super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Liew Ling Won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What colour pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;The Sweet Escape, it's on MTV now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating grapes. Hungry much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;Red/ Hot pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;It's late afternoon come evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE??&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Face. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?&lt;br /&gt;Kit Yee sent it to me. Yes lah I miss her nonsense very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling good :D Bought alot of things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;MILO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;White wine/ beer. (But I don't want a beer belly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha is shopping counted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Black. Dark brown. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;Black/ dark brown I guess. Ask _.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;One sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;December. Holidays = Shopping &amp; Christmas = YAYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;Chilli crab. And and and, sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;Music and Lyrics! I watched it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are more fun. I'm sure Neighbor doesn't agree with me, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;Summer, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs AND kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;If you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Don't know. I'm blogging this not emailing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;Ditto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS&lt;br /&gt;Are perfect. Haha I love my room and my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;I just read Shopaholic &amp;amp; Baby and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF ?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the alarm meant to wake you up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh can you not ask me this. You're making me miss people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hah, do you want the long answer or the short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?&lt;br /&gt;Buttered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?&lt;br /&gt;Anything's fine, I prefer candy. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;BMW. I love my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a favourite, as long as they're pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;"NO I am not a clown" HAHA I agree, Kit Yee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;br /&gt;White, anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S COMING! BIRTHDAY ALERT! Hahahaa I went out with Tom (fake name) I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE&lt;br /&gt;MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;I want MILO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS ?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Blogging about how my day went. (I did this before I blogged. Just copied it over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your eyes are amazing. You should never shut them, not even at night."&lt;br /&gt;(Oliver Martinez in Unfaithful)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you, my dear. Please be careful. No one wants to see you get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole connection thing scares me. Today was great. It was great seeing you. Too bad we didn't talk, too bad there was no eye contact x 10000000. But I'll leave that for later, I'll take it as something you owe me. Haha oh who knows when you'll make it up. Just know that if I do have a surprise birthday party you'd be on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117490807677527747?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117490807677527747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117490807677527747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117490807677527747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117490807677527747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/swoon-ill-catch-you.html' title='&quot;Swoon. I&apos;ll catch you.&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117487081295333610</id><published>2007-03-26T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T10:00:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you proud of who I am?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg why do I have some &lt;em&gt;Geog&lt;/em&gt; thing under My Assignments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's super early in the morning. I was so scared we'd have lots of new assignments piled up so I came online early to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2 New Tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;One is Geog, which &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T EVEN TAKE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The other is a survey. In which I said I'd rather go to school and experience a normal schoolday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah. Hate e-learning, can't stand it. Cannot study properly like that, and I get so stressed because everything expires! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey &lt;strong&gt;DORALYN&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How are you feeling. Can you please call me. I'm getting scared. Haha. You know what maybe I will give you a wake up call (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever it is. You always have me. And you always have us. And &lt;strong&gt;having us (including me!) = Happy happy happy.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha feel better dear. It'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My palm is aching. In fact, I'm aching everywhere. &amp; I don't know why. Great, now I can't download the Physics assignment thing. My birthday is in &lt;strong&gt;6 days&lt;/strong&gt;! Whoopdeedoo. I feel quite old. I wonder if anyone remembers. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh oh did I mention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was reading this friendster bulletin, and it said that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he looks into your eyes, it means he sincerely loves you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;if you're thinking of someone whilst reading this bulletin, you are definitely in love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I closed it. Haha &amp; sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whispers, "Hello I miss you quite terribly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Training tmr at 245 if I'm not wrong, and I promised not to be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(: And I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thinking back to &lt;strong&gt;Friday night&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wonder if you were out partying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I wasn't. The loss was disappointing, that's an understatement. Especially- Okay you know what I'm not going to go on about how we could have done better, because we didn't. But it's strangely ironic, &lt;strong&gt;how a guy could bring us closer together.&lt;/strong&gt; Hell hath no fury.. Indeed. After that we binged on gummybears &amp; chocolate. And well, that's probably led to alot of weight gain by me. And we emo-ed together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it was disappointing beyond belief, but it made me realise that Miche's right. &lt;strong&gt;Teammates often do become the best of friends&lt;/strong&gt;. And maybe we aren't constantly messaging each other. Maybe we aren't constantly on the phone. But we know that we're all there when we need. And I think we realise that well, any guy who breaks any of our hearts, had better watch out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Point is, I love you all. And I'm gonna miss the daily trainings, but it'll be okay. &lt;strong&gt;We'll stay strong, cause we're here for each other&lt;/strong&gt;. All the stuff we tell each other, all the things we do for each other. Ily you guys, and for all the bitch moments I've had and taken it out on you, I'm sorry. Ily, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I miss &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Sham&lt;/strong&gt;! Someone's birthday's in 4 days yo. (: Can't wait till she comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today's the day! I'm going to call Doralyn now. And maybe Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Close friends are forever. Best friends are forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think that's the major thing I've learnt throughout the past few days of e-learning. Haha seriously, I think I've been sidetracked abit. By gossip, and bitch moments, and all the talking. All the abnormal talking (HAHAHA you know what I mean, I bet). But beyond all that, &lt;strong&gt;friends for life&lt;/strong&gt;. Ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I've known it all along, just haven't exactly remembered it constantly. Thank you all for being there. You know I'm here for you too. Phone is on 24/7. And Ilyyyyy. I can't say it enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could wish for something today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it'd be pretty simple. I want to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to bump into you. I want to laugh at you. And I want you to share a &lt;strong&gt;secret smile &lt;/strong&gt;with me. And I want &lt;strong&gt;eye contact&lt;/strong&gt; x 10000000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think I've ever wanted it &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117487081295333610?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117487081295333610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117487081295333610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117487081295333610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117487081295333610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/are-you-proud-of-who-i-am.html' title='Are you proud of who I am?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117479459674971637</id><published>2007-03-25T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T12:49:56.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody warned me about your smile,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Van just messaged me something that is not fit to be published on the worldwideweb. Hahahaha bestfriend, you're so horny &amp; so hilarious, I love you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to drum it into your head. I can see how strongly you feel, but your chance came and your chance went. You blew it. If you get another, be sure you don't let anyone down again. But if you don't, you should know the justifications behind the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.&lt;br /&gt;"Hell hath no fury like a closefriendteammate scorned."&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the adaption, I'm sure Jeannie, Mel and Nerine agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the Straits Times Sweat. Haha I love the article on Ronaldo I really do. Gonna cut it out and paste it on my wall for &lt;s&gt;the world&lt;/s&gt; me to see. It just makes so much sense, and I agree with it on all counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Church today was okay. The sermon was good, I liked it. &amp; after that there's not much to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have to get some e-learning homework done, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope tomorrow is good. I need a break and I need to start feeling happy instead of having this constant sadness in my heart. Hahaha. Shit the tests on Lead are hard man. Especially Chinese. I so do not get what they're talking about. I hate e-learning. Apart from getting to stay at home, there are no perks. And besides, I don't get what we have to do. I don't even understand Partial Fractions and we have freaking Surbs homework. Like what the hell lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and my birthday is one week from now. Whoopdeedoo. Somehow I can't seem to garner much excitement about it. I feel so old already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(: Do we really have to do the Lit homework? I have no time! I feel so stressed. My computer is open to the Chinese test page now. And I'm gonna leave it till after I eat. Hohoho :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll show you on Tuesday, Liz. Ily I hope you're feeling better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Doralyn too! Always here okay. You can always call me. And we can always finish our conversation last night cum this morning. Hahaha. Oh oh tomorrow! (: Can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's so good having a thousand free smses a month. I hardly bust my bill. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh I haven't since like two months ago or something. The really bad one was in P6, haha that was bad lah. But remembering stuff with Vanessa last night made me realise something. It's pretty much over, P6 was great but it's over. But you know you can always fall back on me if you need me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope that by saying this I don't jinx something and when my bill comes, get screwed. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omgaaah what is the test saying. Gonna fail. For sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I passed both Physics tests on the friggin' dot. Haha. Helppppppppppp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Portugal 4-0 Belgium! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117479459674971637?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117479459674971637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117479459674971637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117479459674971637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117479459674971637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/nobody-warned-me-about-your-smile.html' title='Nobody warned me about your smile,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117472175928614275</id><published>2007-03-24T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T16:35:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't figure out if you're worth my hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/993731/blog%20emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/622462/blog%20emo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out how to take a screenshot!&lt;br /&gt;Three things have been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;First the debate last night and how depressed we all currently feel. Second how tight we are and how if a guy ever breaks one of our hearts, the rest will go beat him up/ yell at him for us. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Third, (like one of Jeannie's old blog post says,) the title says it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117472175928614275?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117472175928614275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117472175928614275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117472175928614275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117472175928614275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-cant-figure-out-if-youre-worth-my.html' title='I can&apos;t figure out if you&apos;re worth my hurt.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117471365180079912</id><published>2007-03-24T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:20:52.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is my possession,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I get that you love her, &amp; I get that you really care for her. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But no matter how you try and counter what I said in your smses, you don't make her happy anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I really hope you get over her, because trust me it hurt for her. But it doesn't mean she'll take you back just because you'll never give up on her. Because I think she finally sees it- She doesn't need you to function. And it might hurt right now, because it's been so long. But we got her back, and I think she realises that she's better off this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just hope you finally will, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't even want to talk about last night. We lost, there's not much more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that, we were &lt;strong&gt;good friends&lt;/strong&gt;. We sat in the canteen, gorged ourselves on gummybears and chocolate and confronted some people. Some people are so slow! Haha we were talking about it right in front of his face and he went, huh? Anyway we emo-ed. Some tears fell. Us over him, right? Because if he doesn't make you happy, you know he's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; worth your hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry, I feel like a fucking failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't touched any e-learning homework. I'm just glad there's no school on Monday so we can all rest. I'm aching everywhere, and I guess after every debate that we lose like that there's this &lt;strong&gt;constant sadness&lt;/strong&gt; in your heart. And I need to talk to Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever feel like you need someone to be&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;constantly there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because sometimes, it's &lt;strong&gt;so hard&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;constantly strong&lt;/strong&gt; for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So what happens now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is my beautiful life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing sudden is everything changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think the reason why it was so hard to &lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt; back in the days was because you were constantly there. Were. And then things changed and I hated having to be strong for myself. I will never tell you this to your face. But I guess it's true. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes&lt;/em&gt; I do miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think what I really need right now is a party. A party filled with close friends and lots of happy music. And lots of &lt;em&gt;youknowwhat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep holding on, cause you know we'll make it through we'll make it through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just stay strong, cause you know I'm here for you I'm here for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate to say this. It pains me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;But &lt;strong&gt;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;strong&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(IT RHYMES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I hate to say this. It hurts to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the hurt is settling in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And when the tears come I think I'll be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(IT DOESN'T RHYME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I shall reply you, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried to go on like I never knew you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm awake when my world is half asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray for this heart to be unbroken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But without you all I'm going to be is &lt;strong&gt;incomplete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I just love blasting Backstreet Boys songs on my ipod when I'm sad because I can relate. I just love the lyrics of some of their songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This will be, an everlasting love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah, I can't wait for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teammates often become the best of friends."&lt;/strong&gt; After last night, I have to say this. You're almost the equivalent of that, &lt;strong&gt;the things I tell you&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the things we do for each other&lt;/strong&gt;. And though we didn't do as well as we could have, I love you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is he?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117471365180079912?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117471365180079912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117471365180079912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117471365180079912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117471365180079912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-heart-is-my-possession.html' title='My heart is my possession,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117462141688246626</id><published>2007-03-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:43:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm over your asking me when you know I'm not okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just had tuition. Feel so accomplished now. Don't ask me about the homework on lead though, I haven't touched it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was quite happy when I emailed y'all, then suddenly I remembered I forgot to ask you guys to remember to bring SHOES. Which is super important, like fuck. I've sworn so many times already today, confession the other day was pretty much not very reflective for me because I've been preoccupied with other feelings and everything that I'm so distracted and now, I'm starting to feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;David thinks I'm a bimbo, says Jeannie. I heard about it this morning, awhile ago and I was like whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Why. Why does he think I'm a bimbo, I didn't even say anything bimbotic. I didn't even have a bimbo moment. I don't get it. Why do so many people think that I'm a bimbo/ an airhead? I mean fine I guess I have my occasional bimbo moments, but.. I'm just not lah. Haha okay screw it. Today we can all go hunt David down with our court shoes. Both Jeannie and me. Whee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had a good, retarded conversation with Lis and Jeannie about the songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I belong to me, &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's left of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So are you gonna sing it? HAHAHA it'd be super hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I was a bit delirious when I typed that post last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha I sound so drowsy and delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lips can touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and our cheeks can brush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was reading Shopaholic &amp; Baby, and it's super sweet. The ending is just so sweet that it makes me go, aaaaaaaww my gosh I want a Luke for myself. What he said, was just the most sweetest thing I have ever read. Haha and it's super funny. I love it. I think I already said that in last night's post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't have much milo yesterday, just 6 cups. Bet lots of people had so much more. I was just lazy to keep going to get milo. Milo is love for me, though. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This morning I stepped onto the weighing scale and I went, fuck I put on weight. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to lose weight. And figure out how to look preoccupied without looking like my face is screaming 'I'm a bitch!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha okay that totally didn't make sense, did it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think I'm setting myself up for the fall. I think I'm gonna hurt eventually. I know I'm the one who's causing myself this hurt, by allowing you to take over my mind every time I'm not thinking of something else. I guess I just can't help it, it'll pass in the end. I just wish for one thing regarding this. It's pretty simple, maybe if I wish on a star tonight, it'll come true. Or maybe I should just pray, because that's something I've been doing less and less as school preoccupies me more and more. But there's no excuse, I shouldn't blame homework I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up you might be dreaming,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wake up you might be dreaming now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117462141688246626?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117462141688246626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117462141688246626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117462141688246626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117462141688246626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-over-your-asking-me-when-you-know.html' title='I&apos;m over your asking me when you know I&apos;m not okay'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117457824792973552</id><published>2007-03-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:11:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I wanna do is find a way back into love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sports Day today.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Green house champion house this year! :D&lt;br /&gt;Congrats cheerleaders who won first for cheerleading, haha yaye Clare, Steph, Denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be honest, we just sat right at the back of the green house supporters stand and lay down on the dirty floor and talked. I emo-ed. Tiara, Val Yeap, Mel and I discussed the Sji-Ij combined camp scandals. I mainly listened because I'm not a councillor. Hahaa, so interesting yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Jeannie and I talked about our case and tried to familiarise. Cheryl disappeared halfway and came back at the end, so okay I guess. I'm nervous for tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gillian and Vanessa Gay were right next to us. So I camwhored on Gillian's phone when she went away and left it with me. Hohoho Ily, Neighbor (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So surrounded by these people, I just lay down at the back, listened to my ipod &amp; emo-ed. Now it's nearing midnight, and I'm going to sleep soon. It was great to catch up with you, Tiara. It feels like forever since we last had a heart-to-heart talk like we did last night and today. :D Many hearts to you, you silly goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Lisabeth is sick with a temperature of 39.2. So she didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Updated her just now, called her and told her stuff. I think I was saying aloud my thoughts so you shh alright! :D Haha don't know what I'd do without you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tpy central after that, met Miche at Macs. Ate and did our cases there. Hahaa, tried to have an intellectual conversation with her but I think I might have failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pastamania with Miche, left for Popular with Mel and Jeannie, they didn't sell my Shopaolic &amp;amp; Baby at the Tpy outlet, so I went to Harris at Orchard to get it in the end. I love it. It's so sweet, the ending. Sat down at Mos Burger to write rebuttals with Jeannie and Mel. Hahaha and I realised that Zach knows this guy from church. Haha small world. Brought back memories of church camp, and it was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;The stupid dare. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've thought about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've decided that you make me feel so good. And although things will never work out between us, I'll deal with the hurt when the times comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go now I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Just took an old layout of mine and edited it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today, I'd have died without my ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117457824792973552?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117457824792973552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117457824792973552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117457824792973552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117457824792973552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-wanna-do-is-find-way-back-into_22.html' title='All I wanna do is find a way back into love,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117439122069589081</id><published>2007-03-20T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:47:01.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really good to hear your voice,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was an alright day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The beginning was good, then after recess we had to be hardworking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It makes me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AH OMGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(History means alot to me. I mean it's in the past and everything but it matters. So call me, best friend. I have so much to tell you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trained after school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing much to say, Hannah's coming down to watch us on Friday. She's supporting SCGS though, I was trying to get her to support her alma mater. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish we could dress normally on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117439122069589081?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117439122069589081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117439122069589081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117439122069589081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117439122069589081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-really-good-to-hear-your-voice.html' title='It&apos;s really good to hear your voice,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117429309046375885</id><published>2007-03-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:38:48.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if heaven and earth collide tonight,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ignore the fact that I failed my Chinese test (again),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY WAS ALL AAH OOH HAPPY DAY :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I should remember that I was feeling sick and all when I took the test, and that I didn't fail that badly.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chinese first thing in the morning, and I nearly died of emotional unstability after I got back my paper. I was like shit don't cry, and I was thinking of other troubling, stupid stuff too. &amp; hoping and praying that things would just be okay in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You just gotta stay strong, it gets better."&lt;/em&gt; Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then English, and I was catching up with Doralyn alot. Hohoho no more homeroom system. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were gossiping and talking alot during English today, yaye to catching up with that girly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recess, and I didn't drink Milo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surprise, surprise. I'm sick, y'see. And after much deliberation I decided to drink Chrysanthenum tea instead of Milo, and like Anne said, "Whoa Michelle, why aren't you drinking Milo today huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lit was good. I started feeling good about the England trip. (: Yaye, I guess. Hahaha it'll be fun ayeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then SS, but Mr Tan didn't come, so we had A Math instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then Physics Lab, and ah I got stuff done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Math again, and I think I was too tired to get what Ms Krishna was talking about. I have till Wednesday to figure it out, though because there isn't A Math tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stayed back till 3 for Debate although I have to say, we didn't get much done. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer, y'all. Hope you got stuff done in the end. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So just talked a bit about the motion and ate lunch. Drank two cups of Milo. And I coughed, like alot, really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah, I think it was the Milo. Hahaha I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; MILO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went home with Melissa, thank you Mel I think I would die of exhaustion travelling home everyday if not for you. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And we have his numberrrr! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha so hot lah please. (I hope Miche doesn't read this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow, we have an E Math test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, I have a Physics graph to complete (shit I don't know how to do it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plus tuition in half an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And A Math homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND AND ANDDDD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an E Math test to study for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And furthermore, I can't afford to fail anymore tests, I really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder how I get through days like these. I mean it was a good day and all (: (AAAH) but look at the things I have to do. Okay not alot alot alot, but still alot. And what's more is that I'm not on top of my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe Vanessa the bestfriend didn't tell me about her passing thing. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell Nick he is so wrong about the fats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sure I don't look any skinnier. If anything, probably fatter from lazing around in front of the tv all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hah ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; MANCHESTER UNITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's a game tomorrow morning (Singapore time) and I hope we win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;And I could be your favourite girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117429309046375885?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117429309046375885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117429309046375885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117429309046375885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117429309046375885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/even-if-heaven-and-earth-collide.html' title='Even if heaven and earth collide tonight,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117412897248723662</id><published>2007-03-17T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:59:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is what happened today during tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(My phone vibrates- someone is calling, so I pick up)&lt;br /&gt;Liz: Hello, hold on ah&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Miche: Liz and Jeannie told me not very subtly that you think _ is hot. Hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Omgggggg serious did they forget to tell you that Mel and Liz both feel the same way? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Mel: OEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of tuition I couldn't concentrate, and I was doing just fine before that. Hahaha silly geese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that whiny, annoying post below this one, I went out the next day. Hohoho :D I felt so much better, I think it cured my illness. I'm still coughing, though. I'm dreading Monday. In fact, I'm dreading tmr because tomorrow is my RUSH TO FINISH HOMEWORK day. No really, there is just so much E Math left to do that I just want to dieeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha and and and, there's a match tonight (:&lt;br /&gt;There's just nothing to look forward to tomorrow, absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Tiara just reminded me that our timetable changed. Ew. School starts on Monday, and I'm dreading it. If only we could rewind the holidays, I blame my body for being sick because I'm just dying to go shopping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the exhibition, y'all?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAA LET ME KNOW ALRIGHT, I bet Lizabeth had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I could be your favourite girl, forever&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me boy wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was in my head the whole of yesterday when I was walking around Marina Square. I felt so drowsy I think I looked like a zombie. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Hey I bet you had fun just now&lt;br /&gt;Liz: I got his number!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OMGGGGGGGGGG I HATE YOU I want pleaseeeeeeee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OH GOSH. Funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT TILL TMR I SHALL ASK HER TMR :D&lt;br /&gt;Whee hot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay E Math homework time.&lt;br /&gt;The only good side to having been sick the whole week is, hopefully, I lost weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117412897248723662?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117412897248723662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117412897248723662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117412897248723662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117412897248723662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-you-love.html' title='I wish you love.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117395025692683687</id><published>2007-03-15T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:17:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll take the high road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm still sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How is this possible &amp; why must this happen to me during the holidays? ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you can't already tell I'm sorry this is just gonna be another one of those whine, complain about my pathetic life posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't touched any homework at all. Gonna die this weekend trying to complete it. Hah. Been skipping tuitions because I'm sick, too. I'm so screweddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even tv gets boring. Grah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was watching rhythmic gym stuff on espn earlier today, and it was like whoa captivating. Then, it ended. All too soon. And just now I was watching Lilo and Stitch and wondering when on earth I could freaking leave the house to go out. Because it's the friggin holidays and I haven't stepped out of the house since I went for my dental appointment 2 days ago. And even then, I was super drowsy so even though I was at Wisma, I couldn't shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMGAAAAAAAAAAH ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just realised that the only time I will get to leave the house will most probably be Saturday when I go for debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I NEED TO GO SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I NEED TO GO SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I NEED TO GO SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm perspiring like a pig now because I'm too lazy to turn on the air con or the fan, and it's freaking hot here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh &amp; you know what, I heard alot of people I know are in RMUN. Haha I half wish I'd got in, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goodbye, y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MICHELLE NEEDS TO GO SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117395025692683687?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117395025692683687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117395025692683687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117395025692683687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117395025692683687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-take-high-road.html' title='I&apos;ll take the high road.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117352862929116510</id><published>2007-03-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T20:10:29.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll follow you to the moon and the skies above.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt sick after recess, felt super feverish. But I didn't want to go home because we were originally planning to train after school. In the end though, training was cancelled so I cleared out my locker and went home with Mel. That night, my temperature was super high I was so scared for the next day. Felt better after awhile, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt; (Yesterday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We beat Cedar Girls' (: &amp;amp; Jeannie won best speaker. Yaye, I'm so proud of all of you. Lizabeth, Melissa and I were all sick. Haha. Now I'm coughing once every 10 seconds on average, because last night Elizabeth kept literally, coughing into my face. Haha at least I think that's why. Silly goose. Reached home at about 10 plus 11, Mel gave me a lift again. I swear I owe you so much, Mel. (: Thank you! Was super tired, slept as soon as I lay down on the bed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cut my hair. It's so much shorter now, but I think it looks quite alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch tonight's match but I don't think I will. Scared for tomorrow. Neurotic. Over-thinking. I just hope that if it happens, and I pray it doesn't, I will be able to dig a hole in the ground to hide myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please don't let it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117352862929116510?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117352862929116510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117352862929116510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117352862929116510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117352862929116510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/ill-follow-you-to-moon-and-skies-above_10.html' title='I&apos;ll follow you to the moon and the skies above.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117327044127410559</id><published>2007-03-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:27:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna fly looking in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So today was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiara wasn't in school today again. Please come tmr, I wanna talk to you during Chem Lab and pass you all your things (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are the results of this morning (Singapore time)'s games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liverpool 0-1 Barcelona (Yaye Clare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liverpool go through on away goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chelsea 2-1 FC Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chelsea go through on 3-2 aggregate (Damn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't like Chelsea! Just saying. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope Man United win their match against Lille tmr morning local time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many hearts to Manchester United! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Van and Doralyn got caught talking during assembly, hohoho the silly geese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cleared half my locker because Mel gave me a lift home (I love you Mel!) and got back History and English marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;FINALLY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;something I can ace (English). And it wasn't very good compared to the marks of others, either. Hah, but I'll take it for now. And did okay for History (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yaye. I'm so proud of my Project Lifestory. I think it's the prettiest project that had the prettiest artwork I have ever done. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Training after school today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wasn't emo and cranky, so it was GOOD :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Al came down today. We sparred with the speakers. I bet Miche a packet of gummybears that no one would POI her and I was right. Not that we actually bet on it, because she said she'd buy us gummybears anyway :D Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3 WE ALL LOVE MICHE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tmr's the last day of school before the March Hols and I'm so friggin happy I could scream. Tired shit this week, bloody cranky and whiny and I know it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to stop eating so much, damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm SO fat, grah. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So fat so fat so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway I heard we lost the tennis match. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't go down to support you guys (Anne &amp;amp; Danella) but &lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think my sugar intake is far too high, really. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope I don't get diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Chelsea vs Porto match is replaying on ESPN now, and Ricardo Quaresma just scored at Stamford bridge (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But they lost in the end, so.. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If I could have changed today in any way, it'd be real simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;_'_ _____ ___ ___ _ _____ _____ ___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117327044127410559?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117327044127410559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117327044127410559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117327044127410559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117327044127410559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wanna-fly-looking-in-your-eyes.html' title='I wanna fly looking in your eyes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117318873878917182</id><published>2007-03-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:52:44.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We just don't care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you, Tiara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know things haven't been going perfectly for the both of us, but through thick and thin it's been 4 years already and without you things are funny, like something's not quite right. So rest well &amp; get better soon, I love you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I blame myself for being such a bitch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today was a crap day and I'm sorry y'all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Especially to Jeannie, Liz &amp;amp; Mel. You know I love you and you're my wonderwall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and to Anne and Gillian too. I was more than cranky &amp; emo during A Math, so don't take it personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm beyond tired, beyond exhausted, beyond temperamental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cabbed home today with Mel, had a nice, long talk in the cab (: I love you Mel, you know I'll always have your back. &amp;amp; I'm waiting for your call, silly goose :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday onwards no school for a week :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yaye I'm so glad I need a break I swear. Gotta clear out our lockers though, gonna do it tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friday Friday! Aaaaaaaaaaah, frigging nervous please. I love you, team. Go do us all proud :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just watched The Arena. It was quite funny, I already know who won though. As in, this round- Mgs vs Uwc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(: Friday..! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going to listen to PDA We just don't care on repeat now. I'm so addicted to that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm happy I managed to catch The Amazing Race: All Stars last night (: Yaye for Rob and Amber! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tmr morning Singapore time, it's Liverpool vs Barcelona &amp;amp; Chelsea vs Porto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha gonna check out the scores when I wake up tmr, it'll be just before 6am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The video for PDA is so sweet. I really like it, I tell you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;But for tmr's matches, I hope Barcelona win (I'm sorry Clare! Hahaha I hope Deco scores, anyway) and I hope Porto win.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll rendezvous out on the fire escape,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117318873878917182?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117318873878917182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117318873878917182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117318873878917182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117318873878917182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-just-dont-care.html' title='We just don&apos;t care'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117309249050285648</id><published>2007-03-05T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:34:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more than I should, so much more than is good for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Exhausted shit today ): My nose is peeling. Eeeew, stupid sunburn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Math: Ms Krishna wasn't here today, so Ms Nandar taught us for the two periods. Erm, tried to understand as best I could, but I was so tired, my brain was just refusing to work. And Clarissa Chan who cut her hair, was worrying about her problem, hahaha it was quite funny. It'll be okay lah, don't worry (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lit: Went through the tests and all, it was alright. I love Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SS: Got back SS test. Thank God I passed. (: Pretty early recess so it was good I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recess: Ate entirely too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chem: Ms Nandar was there again for awhile. Don't understand the thing thing that we have to do. Gonna try figuring it out later. Had half a heart to heart talk with Doralyn. Don't tell alright, Ily &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Physics: Had to sit in front because we did badly for our Physics test. ): Sat with Val, who didn't have a very good day. It's alright Valerie! We love you alright (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English: Nearly broke down because the stupid stress was getting to me. Got back our Compres, did super badly. Thank goodness summary isn't gonna be counted I tell you. I'm counting on my project Lifestory to pull up my grades man. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went down to drink Milo and eat a little then went up for extra Physics. Met Miche and the rest at 3, couldn't concentrate because I was so tired. &lt;strong&gt;I will do research later.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I must help Jeannie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;, Liz has such a sexy voice, says Paul. (: Ooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know why I'm detailing out my day, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no life, this week's gonna be really long. Tiara dearest didn't come today. ): Are you alright girly? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't wait for the March Holidays, seriously. I need a break. So badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;don't treat me like your plaything because I'm not one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm counting on you to stand by me when I need you most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I need you most &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117309249050285648?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117309249050285648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117309249050285648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117309249050285648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117309249050285648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-you-more-than-i-should-so-much.html' title='I love you more than I should, so much more than is good for me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117300700212024022</id><published>2007-03-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:17:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll rendezvous out on the fire escape,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for hours yesterday when I came back from camp and in the afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion's out, time to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I made camp sound more fun than it actually was. I think I repeated "I think I'm gonna die" at least twenty times at camp. It was alright, though. But I'm never gonna go for an outdoor camp ever again, I swear. I function better at home, so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool 0-1 Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;(: Yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunburn hurts like, alot. &amp; tomorrow's gonna be real tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sick of the way you treat me, actually. I am not your plaything, so don't fucking treat me like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an unbalanced equation, something just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;Something's gotta give one day, and I have a strange feeling it's gonna be me.&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way when it comes to the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably gonna delete this post anyway, it's pointless and stupid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; what's the point anyway, it's not like you give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117300700212024022?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117300700212024022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117300700212024022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117300700212024022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117300700212024022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-rendezvous-out-on-fire-escape.html' title='We&apos;ll rendezvous out on the fire escape,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117292459672199963</id><published>2007-03-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:23:17.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IJ spirit's living on.</title><content type='html'>I'm so sunburnt it hurts so bad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion's out, it's time to get to work (like my dearest Lizabeth says)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy the entire of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so feel like skipping catechism tmr, I'm so exhausted I bet my eyebags are HUGE. ):&lt;br /&gt;Crycrycry I don't think I lost weight during camp at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the Confidence Nightwalk. Paired with Alyssa, went in with Doralyn and Tiara :D&lt;br /&gt;Screamed my throat hoarse, fell backwards more than once, and Doralyn went after this guy with a plant. Haha I love you Doralyn thank you (: I think I would have just sat down and cried if I went with Lyssa alone. Hahaha. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who made camp the way it was :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you all plenty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117292459672199963?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117292459672199963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117292459672199963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117292459672199963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117292459672199963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/ij-spirits-living-on.html' title='The IJ spirit&apos;s living on.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117290585531915419</id><published>2007-03-03T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T15:12:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home, you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so happy to be home, you have no idea :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha I feel so filthy and sticky and sweaty; gonna go take a proper shower later because showering at camp was always rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shared a tent with Doralyn, Tiara, Gillian &amp; Anne. (: For the record, I didn't see any lizards! :D Carrying my bag nearly killed me, I think. I have no idea why it's so heavy, honestly. And no, I am not weak okay. Haha. I'm sunburnt and my face is all red. For the most part, camp was alright I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The weather was being a bitch, rain rain rain the whole day (first day). Dragonboated in the rain and all that, omg so tiring I swear. Haha. Then showered and emo-ed/ rested whilst waiting for other classes. Talked and everything. In fact we talked alot during camp :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The second day we did the high elements/ middle elements/ low elements thingy, or whatever it's called. Heh. And that's when I got sunburnt because it wasn't raining the second day for the beginning part of the day. (: That night (last night) was the best, we had Gala Night and performed and everything :D Alyssa fell off the stage. Hahaha sat around and talked and cheered (: Before that, we took lots of pictures! Clarissa, send me pictures alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we were told that because of the weather, we'd be spending the night back in school! :D Omg we were so happy I swear. And Doralyn wouldn't have to wake up in a tent on her birthday. Haha. Carrying our bags to the buses and all was the worst. I was so tired and my bag was killing me. I'm aching all over now. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slept in the bus on the way back to school and showered, at long last (: Gossiped with Doralyn for awhile, then slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now here I am, at home (:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D), about to take a shower. Yaye. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know how I got through 2 days without any milo, seriously. This morning when I shared a packet of milo with Val and took a sip from Clare (Chanchan1), I was so happy I thought I was gonna cry. (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DORALYN! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you silly goose, happy fifteenth (: I hope you like your present, I love you much much alright my dear Chanchan2. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My birthday's in less than a month, time is passing so fast, too fast. I don't really want to turn 15 yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lizabethy, Rachel (Fan) are you two okay? I heard you were sick and went home. Rest well aye &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Sally' and 'Polly' were so hilarious! Haha seriously. And the himbo supports &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt; :D Hohoho, tonight's gonna be an exciting match; I can't wait. I can't scratch my mosquito bites when they itch because my arm hurts from sunburn. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Let's go to the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna kiss you underneath the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe we'll go too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just don't care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It felt like shit to miss you the way I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117290585531915419?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117290585531915419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117290585531915419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117290585531915419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117290585531915419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/welcome-home-you.html' title='Welcome home, you'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117266904159382937</id><published>2007-02-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:24:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was all that I could be, would you then love me?</title><content type='html'>Adventure Camp starts tomorrow, first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm not looking forward to it, just..&lt;br /&gt;Not looking forward to the tents and mosquitoes and insects  and potential birds and lizards that await us. Haha if I come close to a lizard I will scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Hope we have fun, then.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back on Saturday, the day that United play Liverpool at Anfield. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Manchester United!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking at the camp schedule, and I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss you, it's too long a time for me to be away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO FINISH PACKING ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117266904159382937?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117266904159382937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117266904159382937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117266904159382937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117266904159382937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-i-was-all-that-i-could-be-would-you.html' title='If I was all that I could be, would you then love me?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117258139446598774</id><published>2007-02-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:34:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; I will miss you, I swear I will</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will sum up today as me being very emo and quiet for the most part, and only after school did I become happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crap beginning to the day. Missed the bus, had to study for the A Math test when I reached school. Then Thanksgiving mass, (: It was alright, I realised how long I've known Tiara for, and how we've stuck together since P5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, after I posted yesterday I realised that I had my E Math book with me, so I studied a bit, fell asleep after tuition, woke up at 10 to study. I think I'm gonna fail my A Math and E Math tests. I feel so stupid today, honestly. No one wants to tell me anything, and to be honest I convinced myself not to care anymore. And then, lit was good. :D Lit cheered me up. After that, went to the canteen to meet Jeannie, Liz, Mel. (: I realised when I bought milo that it was the only thing I'd drank/ eaten since morning on the way to school. Hungry muchhh, but I was too lazy to eat so I didn't buy anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot when I reached home. ):&lt;strong&gt; FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Melissa is thoroughly sick of me. Hahaha I was so high on the way home I'm sorry Mel I'm sorry if you're reading this. Sorry you had to tolerate me, haha I love you thank you Mel. I'm talking to Chloe now, I miss you so bad my dear! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is nearing; I haven't packed. I'm not exactly looking forward to going- Can't bring phone ):&lt;br /&gt;And think about all the mosquitoes and how I'm going to sleep in a tent. I don't know, I'm counting on myself to be really tired to fall asleep. At least I'll have Anne, Gillian, Doralyn and Tiara for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm so sleepy I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Confused, tired and exhausted. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see stars when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-SWOOOOOOOOON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Just saw Alyssa's blog.&lt;br /&gt;"Doralyn's right,&lt;br /&gt;A relationship's the strongest when you fight about who loves who more and you really have no clue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whoa Doralyn, I gotta admit you're right.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise (: Did I scare you today, my emo-ness. Lit was good yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;And I take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not before clarifying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2-2= 0!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIALLY FOR &lt;strong&gt;ALYSSA AND CLARE&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I love you best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks for last night, I felt alot better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Replies to tags;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chloe-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I MISS YOU, can't wait for the surprise! It was nice catching up with you today. _ is hot right! :D Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey Lyssa silly goose :D You be happy too, emo queen! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doralyn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha sure. Hope you had fun, girly. (: Tell me when you find out alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lianne-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha I'm honoured. Wordpress is nice (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anne-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay Anne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117258139446598774?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117258139446598774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117258139446598774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117258139446598774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117258139446598774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-will-miss-you-i-swear-i-will.html' title='&amp; I will miss you, I swear I will'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117247711494194436</id><published>2007-02-26T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:05:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You found me where no one else was looking,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;There are times when I feel exceedingly stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Examples of such times would be when I get back test results, and I don't do as well as I'd like to. But I guess I only have myself to blame to for not studying as hard as I should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's been a pretty lousy start to my academic year to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I just hope I do good for Lit and SS. I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;It's so wrong for me to feel this way about you, especially with all the emotional baggage that comes along with it. The history and the memories, and I half just want to erase my feelings when it comes to you. But I can't help it, I just can't; &lt;em&gt;Do you know what it's like, when it's wrong but it feels so right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Aaaaaaaaaaah shit. So much for studying for my tests, I didn't bring back both AMath and EMath textbooks, and I have two tests tmr. ): Omg crycrycry, I CANNOT FAIL THESE TESTS. In fact, I have to pass with flying colours. I so wish that all this stress would just fly away, I cannot deal with so much right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have tuition soon, and &lt;em&gt;I'm begging &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; to be my escape.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117247711494194436?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117247711494194436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117247711494194436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117247711494194436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117247711494194436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-found-me-where-no-one-else-was.html' title='You found me where no one else was looking,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117238532969888848</id><published>2007-02-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:35:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm falling for you,</title><content type='html'>I'm doing my lifestory thing, and I realised that it's hardest for me to write about the people who mean the most to me, because the words just aren't coming naturally, and I guess a part of me is afraid that my writing ability won't match up to how I feel, and in that sense, I'm not doing them justice in my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that even make sense? I don't know, it's just how I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor just asked me a question, and I'm still thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Would I?&lt;br /&gt;Like, seriously speaking I highly doubt I'll need to decide this anytime soon, but I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117238532969888848?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117238532969888848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117238532969888848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117238532969888848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117238532969888848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-falling-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m falling for you,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117222669129471518</id><published>2007-02-23T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:32:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We felt love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I forgot to hand in my Physics graph, Gillian just reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;Like, oh shit because now I'm gonna get scolded on Monday probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all emo now because it's the end of the week and I'm wishing CNY would just come again because it was so fun and now I feel so stressed. I'm failing my tests, and there's alot going on that's not really helping.&lt;br /&gt;Like all the gossip and rumours that no one wants to share with me (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;Like how you're always on my mind nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people from 2/2 06.&lt;br /&gt;People like Elizabeth and Jeannie and Eychelle and all the random people who I could just turn to for a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the freedom I felt I had during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just feel like crap, like any minute I'm gonna drop dead because I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not a bimbo&lt;/strong&gt;, &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span &gt;I get the hair joke (on the train), and it's somehow, not making me laugh right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have this strange feeling I'm going to crack from all the pressure and rubbish that I'm feeling, anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;More on my wordpress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117222669129471518?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117222669129471518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117222669129471518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117222669129471518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117222669129471518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-felt-love.html' title='We felt love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117214396413336191</id><published>2007-02-22T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T19:35:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a&lt;strong&gt; mixed bag of feelings&lt;/strong&gt; today, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It started off alright, double SS and double English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, recess. Tiara and Doralyn atayed in class; Anne, Gillian and I went to the canteen. Too bad there was no where for us to sit, so we just stood around and talked. Then, went to Aunty Frances's stall and got laughed at so badly by Gillian and Anne. Seriously, I think it's one of Anne's aims in life to embarrass me you know. Hahaa it wasn't that funny alright, in fact it wasn't funny at all. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Chinese was alright, talked and played and listened, did corrections. AMath was okay. Gladys is such a bimbo y'know! The silly girly was writing equations all over her homework journal. Mine are nicer okay! Haha I think Tiara is quite tired of hearing my voice so often. Chem was.. Okay I guess. Got back our test. I flunked it ): Felt so &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; throughout the 2 periods, but at least I learnt stuff and understood what Mrs Chu was saying/ explaining. Don't know how I'm gonna tell my mom though, maybe I won't. Last period Chinese passed really fast :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alyssa, Gladys, ADD ME aye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tuition after school at Kenneth's. Mel and Eunice were so hardworking, and I was just high after doing 6 sums or so. Heh, ate alot so now I feel fat. When I'm stressed, I eat more than usual. So I put on weight. ): Crycrycry.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I feel so FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elizabeth Eu Shuwen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you in class so so so much, I swear ): Everytime I need to gossip/ talk, you aren't there and I have to go find you during recess or call you before/ after school. I miss you like hell, silly goose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eychelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;also! Had a good talk with Eychelle just now on msn. Haha I miss her random nonsense so much. Especially during Chinese. Oh well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems like just yesterday it was Christmas and I was dreading the start of school cause I knew so few people in 3/3. Now in a blink of an eye, or so it seems, it's the 22nd of February (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALESIA GIAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; thank you for the chocolates :D) and 3/3 is turning out to be quite awesome after all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really like this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I kissed you, would fireworks fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would angels sing with lollipops, would dinosaurs cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Would babies all gurgle in laughter and surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I kissed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would I know if you feel the same way I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117214396413336191?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117214396413336191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117214396413336191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117214396413336191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117214396413336191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/have-you-ever-been-in-love.html' title='Have you ever been in love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117206016242565148</id><published>2007-02-21T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:16:02.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we were young,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Gillian wants me to blog, so here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;First off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Lunar New Year! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Okay. How was visiting and all the parties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Celebration was alright, fun. (: Played alot, won money :D Hahaha and had much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Y'know why I don't like going into details about what happened? I don't know, y'know. I suppose I just like to keep things to myself, a secret that I don't share with anybody. Haha I swear, either that or I'm just too lazy to go into detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Manchester United beat Lille 1-0 early this morning Singapore time, courtesy of a Ryan Giggs free kick. I saw the goal, woke up early to catch the last 20 minutes or so of the game. Hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;When we were young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;things were good and everything was close to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Debate today, haha not as fun as it usually is, but it was alright. Somehow I had more fun prepping for JGS. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;We also got our class tshirts today! :D Yaye, it's so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Many hearts to 3/3 07! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Back then, things were &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;I wish I could say the same for now, but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117206016242565148?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117206016242565148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117206016242565148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117206016242565148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117206016242565148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-we-were-young.html' title='When we were young,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117144934671702009</id><published>2007-02-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:37:15.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgive you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAO WHAT'S UP! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha okay inside joke. Jeannie just told me shocking news. I realise that I know alot of gossip, I just don't spread it when it concerns people I'm close to. Hahaha. Like I keep it under wraps. (: Heh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you for the flowers and the hearts and all the sweet gifts (: Many hearts especially to my secret valentine who bought me a pretty rose. It looked tired at the end of the day (like the petals were gonna fall off or something) but I love you! Haha. In a way I wonder if I look just as tired. I feel like I'm gonna drop dead any moment. Been feeling this way the whole week already, today was just the worst at the end of the day. Sorry if I've been bitchy today, I'm just tired. You have to ignore my bimbo moments when I'm tired, seriously. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway I'm fat. Big news, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come to think of it now, I only half miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just miss the way I could talk to you so easily and have someone there for me always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Too bad I found that in you, cause what we had was only temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha Clare, send me pictures (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And, HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to town with Liz and Jeannie today (: Tired much, felt like I was gonna faint or something. Spent money because I'm like that when I'm feeling down, and I have an SS test tomorrow that I have yet to study for. I was desperately hoping to run into _ in town today. It would have made my day, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117144934671702009?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117144934671702009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117144934671702009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117144934671702009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117144934671702009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-forgive-you.html' title='I forgive you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-117128163640173329</id><published>2007-02-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T20:03:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I like, love you already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha hey, haven't been posting here in ages. I've been updating my wordpress regularly though. (: My blog is dead, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a change of layout here on my blog. Seriously, I think I haven't changed it since after the World Cup 2006 or something. Heh. Vanessa owes me a blogskin, I just remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm blogging on my laptop now. Just wanted to look for pictures for my english lifestorey project thingy, and I somehow had this urge to blog on blogger, so I ended up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week was a pretty bad week. It started off with bad news, then just stress the whole week through. Trained everyday, that was the highlight of last week. (: I love having trainings, it's so much fun and all. Haha. I don't know how to explain it. Let's just say that this week we're not training at all, we're training thrice next week. And I miss all of you guys already. No, it's not the gummybears. Although they play an important part in trainings. Hahaha, okay kidding. I'm talking no sense here, am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg I just found the picture of us and Mrs Low that we took last year on teacher's day.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that I wanna say, but I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. _ is super sexy okay, Gillian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church for the convenant ritual thing on Saturday. Hahaha it was so fun. Even though I only came at 5. Had a couple of unintentional bimbo moments. I couldn't help it, it was just so.. Ahh. Hahaha. Okay shit now I sound like I can't articulate myself properly, and I suppose I can't. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a bimbo okay, Clarissa Chan! Hahaha. You loosy you.&lt;br /&gt;I was just.. High and happy and excited to leave class early (:&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, that is. Hahaha teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad debate is cancelled this week, I have so much to tell you, Liz and Jeannie and Mel! &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have a History test on Valentine's Day, which is also the day debate training is cancelled for an LD meeting. Or something. Heh. I want to go for the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;student leaders investiture&lt;/span&gt; now. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I like, love you already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-117128163640173329?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/117128163640173329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=117128163640173329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117128163640173329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/117128163640173329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-i-like-love-you-already.html' title='I think I like, love you already'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116955768970870615</id><published>2007-01-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:09:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've waited all my life, for this moment to arrive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Been posting alot on my wordpress lately. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;School was fun today, lots of laughs. (: Doralyn should have gotten the most laughs out of it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing debate research now. Can't wait to have debate tomorrow. I've typed this like so many times today that I'm starting to not look forward to debate. Not that I'm dreading it, just that the anticipation and excitedness to talk to everyone there and have fun, is kinda fading away, fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I want to star-gaze with you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116955768970870615?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116955768970870615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116955768970870615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116955768970870615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116955768970870615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-waited-all-my-life-for-this-moment.html' title='I&apos;ve waited all my life, for this moment to arrive.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116877776213236734</id><published>2007-01-14T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T20:30:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was love at first sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Omg omg, my wordpress isn't working. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sign in, but I can't post and I can't see my blog. I can't even go to my dashboard. Why why why. The Cheetah Girls 2 is showing on Disney now I think. I shall go watch it and do my EMath homework. I hate homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been swearing alot lately; I need to stop. I love Topshop. (: Haha this is so random. Erm. I haven't posted about it here, so here goes. CCA Orientation was good. Gummybear-licious. Haha. I think we're getting a new timetable again. Shit lah. And I put on so much weight I'm so fat. I need to lose weight eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United beat Aston Villa for the third time in the space of 22 days or something like that. I'm not sure exactly. Haha but what matters is that we beat them, and yaye I'm happy. Park and Carrick scored. (: Park's first this season, and Carrick's first for the club, so yaye. And Ronaldo scored. (: He's still 2nd top scorer in the league, because Drogba scored one against Wigan. Haha. I hope Ronaldo ends up Player of the Year and top scorer. Actually I just hope he plays well lah. The scoreline last night (Singapore time) was 3-1. (: I'm a happy girly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. I half wish I'd fall sick and then I wouldn't have to go. But then I'd be super slow in class so I half wish I don't fall sick. Oh whatever. I don't wanna go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling so down, I think I should just splash out money on that top I wanna get. At the very least, it'll put a smile on my face for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Rachel I hope you like your present. Love you lots and lots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Arsenal beat Blackburn 2-0. Yaye. I like Arsenal alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116877776213236734?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116877776213236734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116877776213236734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116877776213236734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116877776213236734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-was-love-at-first-sight.html' title='It was love at first sight'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116834779570650173</id><published>2007-01-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:03:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I still care about you.</title><content type='html'>SLEIGHRIDE.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116834779570650173?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116834779570650173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116834779570650173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116834779570650173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116834779570650173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-still-care-about-you.html' title='I still care about you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116824673473592054</id><published>2007-01-08T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:58:55.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so you know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I hate not being able to password protect my posts on blogger, I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;So here's the thing. I'm getting a brand new wordpress blog. That means I have to get another email address, because I can't use my old one after I deleted it. And it's gonna be so majorly troublesome, but I know I'll feel so much better after being able to blog about what I really want to blog about, and password protect my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'll let you know the url when I finish everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116824673473592054?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116824673473592054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116824673473592054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116824673473592054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116824673473592054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-so-you-know.html' title='Just so you know.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116816617438650036</id><published>2007-01-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:36:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU VERY, VERY MUCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Holland V to get my passport photo taken. Haha and I had this urge to blog, even though I don't really have anything to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was reading my tagboard and I realised that I forgot to reply your tags like I said I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here goes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anne- HAHA BACK 8 BACK 8! :D So hilarious la y'all. Linked, and I'll see you tomorrow! &amp; OMG OMG, I hope Ronaldo scores in tonight's game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liz- Highlight what highlight huh. HAHA. ARSENAL  YAYEEEEEEEEEEE (: Miss you, and ohmygosh I saw something that I really wanna get you for your birthday at Holland V just now! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie- Highlight what highlight huh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie- You're the skinny girly please. I'm so fat now. I hate the weighing scale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie- You're psychotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie- I MISS YOU TONS AND TONS. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liz- Like I said, ARSENAL YAYEEEEEEEEEEEE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hannah- Who was voted out of Survivor? Anne (Tan) told me who won already! ): I didn't wanna know. Haha. And why am I psychic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liz- Nope, I wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liz- Yup (: And Arsenal won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Avril- Red and green! (: Two of my favourite colours. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Van- You owe me my letter, best friend. (: And you're welcome, I hope you like my posts. I don't think they really make any sense, but I don't think you were expecting them to, anyway. HAHAHA. Love you, love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liz- Yeah. You're sitting with me during history, you promised. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie- Training soon! YAYE. Can't wait for training. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG REPLYING TAGS LIKE THIS IS SO TIRING. HAHA. OKAY I SHOULD GO NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the record, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED&lt;/strong&gt; AND I HOPE WE WIN TONIGHT. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh this post is SO messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116816617438650036?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116816617438650036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116816617438650036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116816617438650036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116816617438650036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-miss-you-very-very-much.html' title='I MISS YOU VERY, VERY MUCH'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116814656538933415</id><published>2007-01-07T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T13:16:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be your hero, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is three days late, but I didn't post on the fourth, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Arsenal&lt;/span&gt; beat Liverpool 3-1 this morning (Singapore time). &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARSENAL! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabregas didn't play, though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,&lt;br /&gt;Whoamygosh, three days of school have gone by so quickly. Things are still gonna take some getting used to, for me. But everything's okay, I guess. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tiara&lt;/span&gt;'s gonna be back in class with us this week, so yaye. I miss talking to you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;strong&gt;2/2 06&lt;/strong&gt; alot more than I expected myself to. Especially, Lizabethy, Eychelle, Jeannie, Nerine. Had lunch with Liz on Friday after school at where we usually go to eat lunch after school. (: HAHA. Then, we went to Popular, and I was choosing highlighters and we kinda lost track of time. &lt;em&gt;Kinda&lt;/em&gt;. Haha. She was way late for her dental appointment, and I made it home in time for tuition. (: Whoops. Sorry, girly. And I spent about ten dollars on stationery. You have no idea how much I miss your stupid, beyond lame jokes and random remarks during lessons. Really.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should redo my book review.&lt;br /&gt;And I read &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend. Read it in P6 and I never read it again. I don't think I understood it very well back then, but I do now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so fat. I've been eating SO much this week, I swear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, tonight there's a match that I really want to catch. Haha, that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Manchester United are playing Aston Villa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an FA Cup tie, if I'm not wrong. (: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just about my everything. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116814656538933415?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116814656538933415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116814656538933415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116814656538933415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116814656538933415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-can-be-your-hero-baby.html' title='I can be your hero, baby.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116782519433112362</id><published>2007-01-03T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:59:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for the love that seems so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First day of school was okay, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to school is driving me nuts, I swear. The school bus ride is SO noisy, I blast my iPod and I can still hear the others talking. And it's not just talking- it's almost shouting. I don't have anything against anyone, really, but at 6 plus in the morning, it drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, we found out who our teachers were and everything. Not that we got to meet all of them, but their names are on the timetable. The thing that made my day (and Doralyn's day, too) is the fact that Mrs Low is teaching us Lit this year. Yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss some of the 2/2 06 people alot! I miss Elizabethy, like oh my. Hahaha. I miss her stupid lame jokes and how I can always turn to her for a laugh in class. And I'm gonna miss Eychelle so much during Chinese. HAHA. I miss how I could so easily just turn and see Jeannie and talk to her about absolutely anything that I feel like talking about. And Nerine! Omg, I'm going to miss you so, so, so much during lab periods and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that Drake and Josh is probably on now, I'm not sure. And I think I missed all the shows that I wanted to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school and I have homework already. Not that I'm actually gonna do it tonight, because it's not due tomorrow. Haha. I really wanna go out with the debaters soon. I'm only gonna see them during training, that's the only time I can talk to them for a long time. On the phone with Liz now, the silly goon. We're both laughing at the dumbest things now. Haha I miss her, she's so funny. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school tomorrow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And, I miss you* the most of all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116782519433112362?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116782519433112362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116782519433112362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116782519433112362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116782519433112362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/reaching-for-love-that-seems-so-far.html' title='Reaching for the love that seems so far.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116772792241367054</id><published>2007-01-02T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:00:16.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I try as hard as I can.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I not pretty enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is my heart too broken?&lt;br /&gt;Do I cry too much?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too outspoken?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Should I try it harder?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see right through me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasey Chambers- Not Pretty Enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School's starting tomorrow. It'd be an understatement to say that I'm not looking forward to it. Waking up really early in the morning. Noisy, noisy school bus ride. Heavy school bag (actually, I intend to dump most books into my locker, but yeah). Walking to the interchange after school. The long journey home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): I already miss the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow onwards, it's a new class, new classmates, new friends, new cliques. It's funny, because the people I've seen the most of this holiday period, gone out with the most, are people who aren't gonna be my classmates this year (2007). In a way, I'm scared. I mean, I don't know what 2007 has in store for me, and a part of me doesn't really want to find out. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some (mildly) interesting facts about this year for me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's the first time I'm gonna be in the same class as Gillian, despite my having known her for roughly 6 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's gonna be the 5th consecutive year (and counting) that I'm gonna be in the same class as Tiara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vanessa's my best friend, and this is gonna be only the 3rd year that we're classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup okay, not very interesting, but whatever. I don't have anything else to blog about that I'm comfortable with putting into words. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If someone asked me to pick a country I could travel to on Sunday, and fly back on Monday, I'd pick England, because I want to go to Manchester and to Old Trafford to watch the Manchester United vs Aston Villa game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. Okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading tomorrow. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Manchester United.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I hope we win on Sunday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116772792241367054?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116772792241367054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116772792241367054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116772792241367054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116772792241367054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-try-as-hard-as-i-can.html' title='I try as hard as I can.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116765659075613375</id><published>2007-01-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:03:11.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I kissed you, would fireworks fly?</title><content type='html'>Betcha Hannah's watching the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Liverpool&lt;/span&gt; match now.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all you people reading this. (:&lt;br /&gt;May your 2007 be filled with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, for me, it's been a very uneventful new year's eve and new year's day. No party, no gatherings. Just went to my cousin's house and watched Goal! (the movie) and Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (on Disney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't make new year resolutions because I don't fulfil them, and then it gets me feeling all sad and unaccomplished. Haha. So basically, I have nothing to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that &lt;strong&gt;Manchester United are playing Newcastle United&lt;/strong&gt; in a few hours time, and I'm gonna catch that match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there is one thing that I'd like to see happen in the year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT TO LOSE WEIGHT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh well. Holiday homework is awaiting, and I've got roughly 27 hours to complete it all. Knowing me, I'll end up giving up halfway. But I will try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116765659075613375?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116765659075613375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116765659075613375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116765659075613375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116765659075613375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-i-kissed-you-would-fireworks-fly.html' title='If I kissed you, would fireworks fly?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116754350965527435</id><published>2006-12-31T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T13:57:05.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I don't know how you do it, but you make me so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabethy is so funny. Haha. We're top of the table, 6 points clear, and I'm a very happy girly today.&lt;br /&gt;:D &amp;amp; I'll bet Hannah's happy that Liverpool beat Tottenham 1-0 away from home, too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sad thing is, school is starting in a couple of days. Plenty of uncompleted homework. I don't want school to start. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116754350965527435?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116754350965527435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116754350965527435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116754350965527435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116754350965527435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-just-lay-here-would-you-lie-with.html' title='If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116744769746017030</id><published>2006-12-30T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:10:59.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a beautiful letdown, when I crashed and burned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hellooooooo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling happier today. Gonna wear my jersey out today, maybe. (: Anyway, I've uploaded yesterday's pictures already. Thank me, Jeannie and Liz. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/856616/DSC01325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/159195/DSC01325.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/788724/DSC01329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/425545/DSC01329.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/348355/DSC01346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/963817/DSC01346.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUMMYBEARS (:&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered. Haha. We've yet to hold our 'concert'! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; tonight (Singapore time), &lt;strong&gt;Manchester United are playing Reading&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to add that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116744769746017030?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116744769746017030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116744769746017030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116744769746017030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116744769746017030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-was-beautiful-letdown-when-i.html' title='It was a beautiful letdown, when I crashed and burned.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116738893604264207</id><published>2006-12-29T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T18:45:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I look to the sky, something tells me you're here with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did alot of math homework yesterday so that I could go out with Lizabeth and Jeannie today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivocity. (: &lt;s&gt;Made&lt;/s&gt; Encouraged both of them to spend money. Lizabeth has no more money left. HAHAHA. She's a big loosy. Compared to the both of them, I really didn't spend much money at all. I felt so.. Under-accomplished, if you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes were nice, our purchases made us very happy girlys. If you can tell from the way I'm 'narrating' the events of today, I'm a bit disappointed, I guess. Actually, 'a bit' would be an understatement. Kinda sad, too. But oh well, I guess things don't always go the way you want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload pictures that we took today soon. (: By the time I was on the bus, my feet were aching much. Haha. Going to my cousin's place later. It's his birthday today. (: I tend to eat alot when I'm sad, so someone remind me not to overeat later please. The weighing scale was nice this morning, I bet it's going to make me cry when I step on it later. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd bought more things. Going to get school shoes and a new school bag over the weekend. If I go to Queensway, I might just decide to get my Arsenal jersey. :D In your face, Lizybeth! Haha or maybe I'll be nice and wait for her to save up for hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116738893604264207?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116738893604264207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116738893604264207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116738893604264207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116738893604264207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-look-to-sky-something-tells-me.html' title='When I look to the sky, something tells me you&apos;re here with me.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116727801666023160</id><published>2006-12-28T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T11:53:37.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/610420/DSC01076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/393201/DSC01076.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School's starting soon, really soon, and I don't want it to. ):&lt;br /&gt;Like Liz says, if only the twelve days of Christmas were holidays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I half want it to rain, because I like rain when I'm stuck at home, with only the tv, holiday homework and everyone at home for company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm today, I'm gonna go watch the EPL Highlights on channel 5. Watching the highlights of the Man U vs Wigan and Watford vs Arsenal games will make me happy. (: Oh, and I think Ronaldo's first goal against Aston Villa on Saturday is in contention for goal of the week. :D Scholes's goal too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. I found my Shakira cd. Haha now I can't remember where I left the casing. Annoying much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANNA GO BUY MY &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ARSENAL&lt;/span&gt; JERSEY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, anyone wanna donate yesterday's straits times to me? I forgot to check out the sports section, and Dajie told me there's something I should read there. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I really like about Love Actually, is the quotes that I hear in the movie. This is what Hugh Grant starts off the movie with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, every Christmas, I crave to watch Love Actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because "Christmas is the time to be with the people you love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i half wish Christmas came around more often every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss you, miss you, miss you tons. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116727801666023160?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116727801666023160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116727801666023160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116727801666023160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116727801666023160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-arms-are-my-castle-your-heart-is.html' title='Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116723019979816034</id><published>2006-12-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:36:40.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since you have been gone, i bite my nails for days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/183222/DSC01141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/269884/DSC01141.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Christmas already. ):&lt;br /&gt;Check out the presents! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and I both want Arsenal jerseys. Haha I think I might use Christmas money to go get myself an Arsenal jersey. And Liz is definitely doing that. I so want to go to Queensway with her tomorrow to get the jerseys, but the holiday homework (which I have not done since before Christmas) is making me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Manchester United played Wigan Athletic last night (Singapore time). Cristiano Ronaldo came on as a second half substitute and scored two goals. (: And Solskjaer scored one goal, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;Final score-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man Utd 3-1 Wigan Athletic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool lost to Blackburn, Chelsea drew with Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Arsenal beat Watford 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So now we're &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; points clear at the top, yaye. :D&lt;br /&gt;And if i'm not wrong, Ronaldo is currently the 2nd top scorer in the premiership this season.&lt;br /&gt;YAYE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to school! Haha. I put on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of weight over the holidays. I feel so so so fat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm starting to miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116723019979816034?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116723019979816034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116723019979816034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116723019979816034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116723019979816034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/since-you-have-been-gone-i-bite-my.html' title='Since you have been gone, i bite my nails for days.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116713023168818168</id><published>2006-12-26T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:53:49.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just know that these things will never change for us at all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've tried and tried to say what's on my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should have known &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I followed the voice you gave to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I've got to find my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyonce- Listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now that christmas is over, school is starting way too soon for my liking. I don't know what to do with the stack of magazines on my table. I don't want to throw them away- I can't bear to. But it's such an eyesore, y'know? This huge stack of magazines and newspaper cuttings, magazine cuttings, photos and pictures that looks like it's gonna topple over any moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The memoryspace in my camera and memorystick is running out fast, and I can't seem to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- my camera cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- my other memorystick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I was doing my nails just now, and it was so frustrating because it smudged, after I put the top coat. Like whoops la. And I'm a perfectionist at times, y'know. And when it comes to nail polish on my nails, I'm very particular about it- it has to be perfect in my eyes. So I took it all off, and because there was nothing to watch on tv whilst I did my nails, I didn't redo my nail polish. So now my fingernails are just bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think I have much patience for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's raining, pitter-pattering on my windows. And it's dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whenever I think about my holiday homework, I distract myself by doing something else. Like how I was doing my nails just now. It was between doing my nail polish, and doing holiday homework. I chose nail polish. Surprise surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha. This is my first 'haha' in this post, I think. How random. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y'know what? I think I daydream alot. It's a subconscious thing that I do. Haha like, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So to end off my post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it's about 2 hours to the Chelsea vs Reading game. I don't support Chelsea at all, but for the sake of watching the match, I will probably watch it and do my holiday homework at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; what I wanted to say is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116713023168818168?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116713023168818168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116713023168818168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116713023168818168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116713023168818168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-know-that-these-things-will-never.html' title='Just know that these things will never change for us at all.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116710492652009910</id><published>2006-12-26T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T11:48:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm more than what you made of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's boxing day, which means that christmas is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight on ESPN there's some boxing day bonanza. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So christmas is over.. To be honest with you, i'm not as sad as i expected myself to be after christmas. The presents were awesome (hell yeah), the parties and gatherings really fun. Haha. Now i have christmas money to fund my shopping. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; i just have to mention this. Haha. Yesterday morning i went to church in heels. Really &lt;strong&gt;high&lt;/strong&gt; heels, and guess what- i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; trip, or fall. I feel so proud of myself. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Checking out EPL statistics with Lizabeth dearie now. Haha. So fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm hungryy. Haha. My room's in a mess, did i mention? I'm supposed to pack it all today. I think it only looks messy cause i put all the presents on my table. And then i just gotta clear the stack of magazines and newspaper cuttings. Oh, and pictures. Hahaha. No wonder everyone thinks it's so messy. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. So i'm gonna watch the replay of the &lt;strong&gt;Aston Villa vs Manchester United&lt;/strong&gt; match later. Liz is gonna watch it too. Or maybe i'll just watch the highlights- i wanna see the goals. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't find my cable to upload my christmas pictures/ photos and all. ): I'll go find it later, if i remember to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gonna go eat now. I'm hungry. And i feel fat enough as it is, already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; i hope you all had a good christmas. It's my favourite time of the year. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE MANCHESTER UNITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight, we're playing &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wigan&lt;/span&gt; at home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope we win. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cr*-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Erm okay. Hi, i guess. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeannie-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Merry christmas dearie. Big day was so great, it's something i'll always remember. Hahahaha where's my 'wedding' present huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miche-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HAHA YES BE HONOURED. We still want to meet him! And we ALL can't wait to. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liz-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Arsenal yaye! Haha. Van Persie's hot. &amp;amp; MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU TOO GIRLY. You big loosy you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116710492652009910?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116710492652009910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116710492652009910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116710492652009910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116710492652009910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-more-than-what-you-made-of-me.html' title='I&apos;m more than what you made of me.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116688125077697763</id><published>2006-12-23T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:42:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in a winter wonderland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Fulham vs West Ham&lt;/strong&gt; game is going on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha, but i'm not watching it. I'm waiting for 10.55pm (Singapore time), when the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; game starts. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised just now, that it's the &lt;u&gt;eve of christmas eve&lt;/u&gt;, and i don't think i've finished wrapping presents yet. Haha. Or maybe i finished the last lot just now. Took pictures of the christmas tree, too. I think it looks so pretty. Haha. Oh yes. I watched &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The Perfect Man&lt;/span&gt; on HBO Family this afternoon. I love that movie. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm having a very meaningless conversation with Jeannie now. The loosy, she thinks she's so loosy and she's right. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was looking back on one of my old posts, and i said that i felt inspired to get my room neat, tidy and pretty by christmas. Well, it's still messy as ever, i just thought i should let you know. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because it's the &lt;u&gt;eve of christmas eve&lt;/u&gt; (i just love saying that), and i'm probably not gonna blog till after christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie would like me to announce that she loves me very much indeed. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love Manchester United.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; I still wish i could spend my christmas with you. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116688125077697763?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116688125077697763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116688125077697763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116688125077697763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116688125077697763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/walking-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walking in a winter wonderland.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116678143562913839</id><published>2006-12-22T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:12:00.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Christmas is the time to be with the people you love."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU MICHE, I LOVE YOU MICHE! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy you a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; carebear for christmas okay!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;Hot pink&lt;/span&gt;, if i can find a &lt;span style="color:#f52887;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; one. :D &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love carebears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the replay of the West Ham vs Man U match when Miche called and sprang the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;nicest surprise of the day&lt;/span&gt;. (: Watching replays of matches that Man U lost makes me sad. But it was a nice, nice surprise so it lessened my sadness alot. Haha i wonder if i'm making any sense from a reader's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Elizabeth wants me to tell you all, that she likes eating bananas, stawberries and durians, and gorillas are her favourite animal. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Oh, and that her nose is itchy and she currently craves durians.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. How random, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Starhub Smart TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thing. Then next year, when school starts, i can just record the matches i want to watch because i can't stay up and all. Thinking about school is making me kinda sad, y'know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm digressing. The main reason why i wanted to post is cause i wanted to thank Miche! And yeah, i digressed alot. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY'S THE BIG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, Liz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &amp;amp; I wish i could spend my christmas with you. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116678143562913839?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116678143562913839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116678143562913839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116678143562913839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116678143562913839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-time-to-be-with-people.html' title='&quot;Christmas is the time to be with the people you love.&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116676543673828376</id><published>2006-12-22T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:30:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You used to laugh out loud, but you can't remember when.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are playing against &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aston Villa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, away, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eychelle made cookies and jelly for me. (: Yipee. Hahaha. Tell me when you receive my christmas card okay! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Erm, 2 more days to christmas eve, 3 more days to christmas. It's coming too soon, if you ask me. Cause that means that school is starting soon, and i'm not really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiara's ability to remember details about holiday homework &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;scares&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have i mentioned that i'm starting to love MUTV? Yup, gonna wake up early tomorrow to catch a 05/06 Aston Villa vs Man U match. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waking up, i woke up late today again. I feel so lazy, it's not like i slept super late last night. Oh oh, i watched &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;! Haha. So exciting, and kinda sad too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone remind me to watch &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt; tonight please. Haha. I keep forgetting to watch Survivor, and you all know i love watching Survivor. My memory is so bad, that last week i was awake, channel surfing, but it was only past 11pm when i realised that shit, i missed Survivor. And the worst thing is that i was reminding myself to watch it at about 9.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go do my holiday homework, or whatever i can, of it. To be honest, it's not a very exciting prospect. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY THE BIG DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Liz. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/31285/me%20and%20doralyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/881012/me%20and%20doralyn.jpg" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sexy Six outing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Manchester United.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116676543673828376?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116676543673828376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116676543673828376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116676543673828376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116676543673828376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-used-to-laugh-out-loud-but-you.html' title='You used to laugh out loud, but you can&apos;t remember when.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116667395303022305</id><published>2006-12-21T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T12:27:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful dawn, lights up the shore for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went out with Doralyn, Natalie and Priscilla yesterday. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walked around, ate lunch, splashed out money on accessories. &amp;amp; now i feel really broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doralyn and i watched The Holiday. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nat and Pris didn't wanna watch it, so.. We split up la. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's what i had to hear repeatedly during the movie, and i quote, Doralyn-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ehmagod, Jude Law is so hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"OH MY GOSH. Jude Law is sooooo hot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Ahhhhh. Jude Law is so hot.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-Unquote. Variations of that. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before that, had training. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As in, everyone went except for Mel and Nerine. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeannie baked us cookies and wrote us lovenotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. Okay fine, not LOVEnotes. Just nice, dedication-like, notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WE HAVE TO MAKE OUR DEBATE TSHIRT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I checked out my assignments on LEAD just now. And there's math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you imagine- i'd be oblivious to my math homework if i hadn't checked. And there's alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shan't go on about it and how many days of holiday we still have left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not really looking forward to school when it reopens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"he is so hot!" says Doralyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And she tells me that..&lt;br /&gt;"On November 17, 2001, Jude Law was named People magazine's sexiest man alive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm quoting her exactly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I suppose i better go and get ready for tuition (which is 3 hours away) because i have to meet Mel there directly. Haha. I hope it doesn't rain! Oh and, i suppose i should try to finish my holiday homework. I'm halfway through english, and i started whilst i was watching MUTV this morning. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Book review. And i chose this book that i bought ages ago, but that i lost and recently found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually, i just saw it on my table one day, so yup. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, so after all that, i must go. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116667395303022305?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116667395303022305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116667395303022305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116667395303022305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116667395303022305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/beautiful-dawn-lights-up-shore-for-me.html' title='Beautiful dawn, lights up the shore for me.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116645236079896810</id><published>2006-12-18T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:32:52.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe that anybody feels the way i do, about you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Since i've been to Vanessa's blog, Oasis's Wonderwall, has been stuck in my head on repeat. And hence, the title of my post, which strangely, i only noticed the irony of, as i was typing it. Irony only because i can relate to that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still raining here. It's been raining almost the whole day today, i think. Been lazing around the whole of today. Watched tv, used the computer, watched more tv, ate (alot), talked on the phone and sorted out my old magazines. That's about it. What an unproductive day, except for the sorting out my old magazines part. Actually, i just dumped most of them into a pile to throw away and tore out pages that i want to keep. Can you believe that i still have magazines from the year 2003? Yeah. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still have one whole box of random things to sort out. My room's a mess. My table, especially, is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it all off, i'm still feeling incredibly depressed about our loss. Messaging Hannah and talking to Liz took my mind off the loss for the most part of the day, but still. We lost, and i'm sad. But i'm looking ahead, and hoping that we maintain our position at the top of the table. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Wednesday morning, i think it is, Singapore time, Liverpool are playing Arsenal. And i'm gonna wake up to watch it, and try to watch as a neutral party, even though you all know that i like Arsenal more. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that i woke up at 12 today. 12pm, i mean. I usually get up much earlier. Haha. Seriously, it has to be a personal record of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I love Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big thanks goes out to Hannah, Liz &amp; Vanessa for making today much less depressing than i expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all plenty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye now, i'm going to finish packing my room.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, i feel.. Inspired, to get my room neat, tidy and pretty (decorating!) for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suddenly, the rain has gotten much heavier here. And splashing on my windowpanes literally, it's LOUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116645236079896810?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116645236079896810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116645236079896810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116645236079896810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116645236079896810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-believe-that-anybody-feels-way.html' title='I don&apos;t believe that anybody feels the way i do, about you now.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116642143192450596</id><published>2006-12-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:57:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the one that i loved, the one i tried to hold on to.</title><content type='html'>If fantasies could come true, Liz and i would be very happy girlies.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henrik Larsson has arrived at Manchester United. How cool is that? Even though we lost last night (Singapore time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather seems to be reflecting how i feel after our loss. It's really dark here, feels like evening even though it's only about 2pm. I'm pretty damn sure it's gonna pour later. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, i was sadder when we lost to Arsenal. But it's okay, i guess. I'm hoping we'll silence all the critics out there after our next game at Aston Villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's starting to rain now. It's not that i don't like the rain. I just feel.. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i still feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starting to pour. I guess i should go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I broke my all time record today. Slept till 12pm. Haha i've never woken up so late before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i'm still missing you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116642143192450596?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116642143192450596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116642143192450596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116642143192450596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116642143192450596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-one-that-i-loved-one-i-tried.html' title='You are the one that i loved, the one i tried to hold on to.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116632160660636019</id><published>2006-12-17T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:16:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to you, goodbye to everything that i knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I CUT MY HAIR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haha. Actually the only really noticeable thing about my haircut is my fringe- it's shorter now. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y'know, the song &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Illgeal by Shakira&lt;/span&gt;, has been stuck in my head for the past few days. &amp; the worst thing is, i have the cd. But guess what, i can't find it. ): So i currently have the casing, but there's no cd inside. Ahh. Haha. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watched last season's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Man United vs Bolton&lt;/span&gt; match early this morning on channel 107  (MUTV!). I think i'm starting to love that channel. (: Woke up super early to watch it, and i was falling asleep because i was so tired- i stayed up to watch the Arsenal vs Portsmouth match, you see- but it was so so so worth waking up early to watch, because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ronaldo scored twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's last night's (Singapore time) result of the Arsenal and Portmouth match-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Arsenal 2-2 Portsmouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Portsmouth was leading 2-0 and i was desperate for Arsenal to score. Haha. Then finally, they pulled back 2 goals. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well, at least they got a point out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need someone to tell me when training is. Haha. Let me know, okay? I really don't know when it is! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes. Christmas is about a week away. That's so soon. And then it's gonna be over. ): And another 365 days to the next christmas. Y'know, one of the best things to me about christmas, is the anticipation. The getting ready for it. The preparations. The buying of presents, wrapping of presents, christmas cards and all. Which reminds me, i have to send my christmas cards. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight (Singapore time)- the match that i've been waiting all week for. Haha okay that sounds a bit overly dramatic. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;West Ham United vs Manchester United!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You all know who i'm gonna be supporting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes. For the Uefa Champions League draw which was on Friday, it's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lille vs Manchester United&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(: But i don't know who's playing home and away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the most interesting draw in my opinion, is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Liverpool vs Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; match. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That should be exciting. (: I like Barcelona. But i like Liverpool too. Erm, but i think i like Barcelona more. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe i should just watch as a neutral party and not support anyone. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yes. You know the other song that's stuck in my head now, is &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Michelle Branch's Goodbye to you&lt;/span&gt;. (: Nice song aye, i heard it on the radio yesterday and i remembered Liz telling me a long time ago that she liked it alot. And now, i do too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I should go get ready to go to church soon. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Going for 12pm mass, maybe i'll see &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt; there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(: Was messaging her a couple of nights ago, talking about.. Certain things. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like my hair now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What a random post. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime i see you, you make me want to swoon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reply to tags:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doralyn&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Haha i don't know for sure, girly. And whatever it is, it looks damn sexy okay. Haha and hello. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liz&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;You silly goon. (: Haha now that you're back, maybe i don't anymore. HAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116632160660636019?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116632160660636019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116632160660636019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116632160660636019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116632160660636019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye-to-you-goodbye-to-everything.html' title='Goodbye to you, goodbye to everything that i knew.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116615445532621029</id><published>2006-12-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:47:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't even know the meaning of the words i'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Bangkok. Missed the flight on Wednesday night, so we only got back yesterday afternoon. Haha. Don't wanna go into details about that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6lily04 class gathering last night. Had alot of fun! Haha. No pictures, though. Erm. Rushed to meet Vanessa at the interchange before walking to Eliza's place. Was nearly late. But i was early! And guess who was late. Haha. VANESSA. (: Played card games, gossiped, talked alot, ate.. It was fun. :D &amp; they pushed me into the pool. Haha. Many 6lily04 people are going to 3three next year. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra didn't come. ): So we didn't get to see her and all. But Pauline came! Haha. Yaye. And Liz, who is in Gold Coast now, missed all the fun and laughter. I can't believe i'm actually starting to miss her stupid, lame jokes and all. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/1600/577136/pullandbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/364/971/320/239357/pullandbear.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the four of us went to Vivocity. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116615445532621029?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116615445532621029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116615445532621029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116615445532621029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116615445532621029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-dont-even-know-meaning-of-words-im.html' title='You don&apos;t even know the meaning of the words i&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116557453043311784</id><published>2006-12-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:01:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause everytime we touch, i get this feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to school for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;debate&lt;/span&gt; training this morning. (: Training was very fun. Hahahaha. Lots of laughs. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After training, because only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jeannie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i went for training, we took the train to Harbourfront with Miche. :D Lots of laughs then, too. HAHA. Did you know that altogether today, we took 109 pictures on Mel's camera? HAHAHA. Yup, we checked it after that whilst waiting for the bus to go home. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we had lunch with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Miche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Pastamania at Harbourfront Centre. (: After that, we took alot of pictures. HAHA. It was funny, really. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walked back to VivoCity after that, and Al, Miche and Val went to Sentosa. Haha. I finally bought the top that i've been looking for desperately at all the other outlets, at Vivo. :D Finished my christmas shopping today, like i was supposed to. (: Well, sort of. HAHA. So i can go wrap presents later. Erm, maybe i still have to buy a few more things. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Took ALOT (and i mean ALOT) of pictures today. Hahahaha today was so fun, the four of us have to go out again okay! :D Even though we're in different classes, we'll always stay close because of &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;debate&lt;/span&gt;. (: Yaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manchester United&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vs Manchester City tomorrow night (Singapore time). It's in the evening here, so yaye, i don't have to stay up late to watch it live. :D Gonna watch it with my cousin tomorrow after dinner. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HOPE MANCHESTER UNITED WIN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; on Sunday night (Singapore time), Chelsea vs &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I don't know who's playing home and away but i think Chelsea are at home. I think. Haha. I'm rooting for &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going to &lt;em&gt;Bangkok&lt;/em&gt; on Sunday. :D I may not update till i get back. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope i finish my christmas shopping &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ENTIRELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (hahahahaha) there. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES TO TAGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;It's okay la, take your time with it. (: Love you, girly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Sham&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Michelle Sham! Haha i missed you today, i think the four of us all did. Haha. We all love gummybears. &amp;amp; i love you too! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liz&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Whoops la. (: Like, today was so like, fun. HAHAHA. Love you, silly billy. Have fun in Gold Coast! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116557453043311784?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116557453043311784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116557453043311784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116557453043311784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116557453043311784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/cause-everytime-we-touch-i-get-this.html' title='Cause everytime we touch, i get this feeling.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116505666656732377</id><published>2006-12-02T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:52:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is all i ever dream.</title><content type='html'>HELLO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won one round. (: Hahaha ate lots of gummybears. Surprise surprise.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures and made alot of noise after the last debate. HAHA. It was so funny. Laughed alot. Nerine cried. And they loved their inspiration. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yaye, and we 'discussed' something that made us all very happy girls today. :D Can't wait, can't wait. Hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United are playing against Middlesbrough tomorrow morning (Singapore time). Ah i can't wait, i hope Man U win. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think i might have spelt Middlesbrough wrongly if i posted about this match in a previous post, so whoops. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Arsenal and playing Tottenham tonight (Singapore time). SO EXCITING. Yaye, go Arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hearts to Man U, Arsenal, the team, Miche, Al and Val today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And Sham, too, because i miss Sham. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116505666656732377?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116505666656732377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116505666656732377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116505666656732377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116505666656732377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-all-i-ever-dream.html' title='This is all i ever dream.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116498397007189944</id><published>2006-12-01T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:41:17.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I laugh, i feel, i make believe it's real.</title><content type='html'>VJC Invitationals tmr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team-&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth, Jeannie, Melissa, Nerine and me.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have inspiration for Liz and Mel tmr! Hahaha i'll blog after tomorrow or when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Try guessing what the inspiration is.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many hearts to the team! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116498397007189944?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116498397007189944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116498397007189944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116498397007189944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116498397007189944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-laugh-i-feel-i-make-believe-its-real_01.html' title='I laugh, i feel, i make believe it&apos;s real.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116454117306550273</id><published>2006-11-26T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T19:39:50.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you i'd bleed myself dry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THERE'S A BIG BIGGGGG MATCH LATER &amp;amp; I'M SO SO SO EXCITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots of articles in the New Paper today that i enjoyed reading in the sports section. Hahaha mostly about the Manchester United vs Chelsea match that's in approximately 5 hours time. Ahhh i'm so so so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I HOPE MANCHESTER UNITED WIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm rooting for them all the way. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the motion for the VJC Invitationals preliminary rounds is out. I don't feel like speaking, i think i blogged about it in my previous post. Oh well. Gotta do research, remind me okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay scratch that. I'm gonna do my research now. I'm already beginning to feel accomplished. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay done researching. I took a break from posting to research. Printing it now. Hahaha. Okay i should go and eat dinner now. D'you know how fat i am? Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Big match later. HAHAHA CAN'T WAIT! :&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116454117306550273?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116454117306550273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116454117306550273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116454117306550273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116454117306550273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-you-id-bleed-myself-dry.html' title='For you i&apos;d bleed myself dry.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116445927450886586</id><published>2006-11-25T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:54:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be dreaming of you tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haven't blogged in more than a week. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talking to Kit Yee now. She's so hilarious. Talking about the 6lily04 gathering and she's telling me about how fat i am. Hahahaha i need to lose weight. Y'know what? I don't know what to wear to the class gathering. I need to go shopping. Oh yeah, i went to Vivo City a few days ago. It's hugeeeee. (: Went to Candy Empire, and i realised that i'm very picky about the candy that i eat. Or maybe i'm just subconsciously aware that i need to lose weight and cut down on the candy that i eat. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stupid Kit Yee wants to push the teachers that are going to the gathering into the pool. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha she's saying such stupid things, she cracks me up. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We sparred against ACS I on Wednesday. Haha i spoke horribly. I don't really wanna speak for VJC Invitationals, i just want to be a reserve member. (: Speaking of which, the motion came out today. Gotta do research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think i shall go write my christmas wishlist later. :D Went window shopping today, so yaye i know a few things that i want for christmas. It's funny; this year i don't want as many things as i did previous years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kit Yee is such a dumbo. HAHAHA. Okay i dedicate this post to Kit Yee the dumbo. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Manchester United vs Chelsea tomorrow night (Singapore time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah it's so exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hope Man U win. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay byeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116445927450886586?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116445927450886586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116445927450886586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116445927450886586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116445927450886586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-be-dreaming-of-you-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ll be dreaming of you tonight.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116367236779155977</id><published>2006-11-16T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:19:28.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just wasn't meant to be.</title><content type='html'>Portugal beat Kazakhstan 3-0 in a Euro 2008 Qualifier. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee yaye yaye yaye, because of that, i was beyond happy today. Simao scored 2 goals, and C Ronaldo scored the other. I hope they win all the rest of their matches and qualify for Euro 2008! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha yes. Had training yesterday. Can't wait to print our debate tshirts! Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Man U are playing against Sheffield United on Saturday night (Singapore time). And then after the Sheffield United match, they're playing against Celtic, i think, in the Champions League. I hope they win! A win or a draw would suffice to ensure that they qualify for the next round, or something like that, anyway. (: The thing is, after that Celtic match, they're playing against Chelsea. That's in about a week and two days. Ah, i hope Man Utd win. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i only intended to post about how happy i was (and am) that Portugal beat Kazakhstan and how i think C Ronaldo's goal was superbly struck, but i've gone on and on ranting about Man Utd's fixtures. Hahaha whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go now, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fat! Been eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;UGH. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116367236779155977?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116367236779155977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116367236779155977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116367236779155977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116367236779155977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-just-wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title='It just wasn&apos;t meant to be.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116342133841212794</id><published>2006-11-13T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:37:03.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry for blaming you, for everything i just couldn't do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing i really want to post about in particular, just thought i should post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I belong to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't belong to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is my possession&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be my own reflection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I belong to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm one not half of two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you're gonna love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should know this baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I belong to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jessica Simpson- I belong to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what. Portugal are playing against Kazakhstan for the Euro 2008 Qualifiers this week. I hope Portugal win. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, i don't know what else to post about anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel so fat. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i can't wait for christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116342133841212794?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116342133841212794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116342133841212794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116342133841212794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116342133841212794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sorry-for-blaming-you-for.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for blaming you, for everything i just couldn&apos;t do.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-116303875891700227</id><published>2006-11-09T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:19:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little thing that you do, baby i'm amazed by you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sole reason why i've decided to start blogging again, is because this way, i can keep in touch with friends who've gone to other classes. (: So, here i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Deciding on a url to use is a very difficult thing to do, y'know. Or at least for me, it is. Haha. So beautiful is a song by Dashboard Confessional that i like very much indeed. The posts below are old.. from before i moved to Wordpress. But i still like the layout lots. I suppose you guys can guess why, huh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we got back news of which classes we're all going to be in, next year. I'm going to 3three, &amp; i'm quite happy about it, actually. I was expecting to go to 3seven, because my level ranking isn't exactly really good. Anyway, i was really shocked when i heard that i was going to 3three. I suppose i'm happy that more people i know and are close to are gonna be in 3three next year. Yaye, i'll be with Vanessa! :D &amp;amp; Tiara and i are gonna be in the same class for four years and counting. (: What i don't like is that- i'm gonna have to work really hard to keep up, and i tend to get very distracted at times. And i tend to give up very easily if i don't do well in something. Hopefully i can change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday catechism 'party' at West Coast. (: I hope it'll be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Christmas shopping later with Dajie. :D Definitely gonna be fun. Can't wait to go. Even though we're only window shopping today, i need to buy my slippers &amp; look at prospects for clothes to wear on christmas and christmas eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went for debate training yesterday. VJC Invitationals are coming up- they're less than a month away! D'you know, i'm the only debater who's going to 3three. Haha it'll be a big change.. you know? This year 5 of us were in 2two, and only Mel was in 2four. Next year, Cheryl and Melissa are going to 3four, Jeannie and Liz are going to 3seven, &amp;amp; Nerine is going to 3two and me to 3three. Oh well, at least we know we'll always stay close because of debate. (: Anyway back to VJC Invitationals- I hope we do well! Haha. We were designing our debate tshirt after training. (: Can't wait to get it printed. Hahaha quotable quotes. FUNNY AH. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm talking to Kit Yee now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have i mentioned how sad i am? Man Utd lost their match against Southend. ): So they aren't through to the last 8 of the Carling Cup or something like that. ): ): ): At least C Ronaldo played well. I woke up to watch the game, somemore. I missed the first 5 minutes, but still. Haha. I hope they win against Blackburn this saturday. I hope Ronaldo scores. Most importantly, i hope Manchester United win. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kit Yee is so retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tomorrow i'm going out with Vanessa. Yaye, to be honest, it's been long overdue. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M SO FAT. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe i should go to the gym later. Ahhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay bye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-116303875891700227?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116303875891700227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=116303875891700227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116303875891700227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/116303875891700227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-little-thing-that-you-do-baby-im.html' title='Every little thing that you do, baby i&apos;m amazed by you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115683880858800006</id><published>2006-08-29T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:06:48.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing i was there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatabeautifulsmile.wordpress.com"&gt;http://whatabeautifulsmile.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming back here to post once in awhile, but i guess i needed a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can (re)link me there. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115683880858800006?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115683880858800006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115683880858800006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115683880858800006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115683880858800006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/wishing-i-was-there.html' title='Wishing i was there.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115659068778994521</id><published>2006-08-26T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T16:07:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You promised me you'd be around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them up&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I knew better&lt;br /&gt;You said forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink- who knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;I watched making the band 3 on mtv just now. Whoo i like the band! I think they're called &lt;em&gt;danity kane&lt;/em&gt;. I feel like buying their album y'know. Anyway, i'm looking forward to tonight's matches! :DDD Wheeeee. I'm supporting man utd &amp; liverpool! Hahaha. &amp;amp; debate training today was cancelled. Ohwell, i miss miche. Haha and so does jeannie. So we went for lit today! It was fun eh, sort of. :D Tiara! Can you like, laugh?! It was funny, growl growl. HAHA. Okay, tia it was really funny la. It made me laugh and laugh and laugh continuously throughout the rest of lit. Hahahah, thank you for the laughter dear. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i'm quite happy today. But there's this one thing that's stressing the shit out of me. You know our english project? The advertising one, yeah that one. It's due tuesday, &amp; we're not even halfway done. Like, ahhhhhhhhh arrghh ahhhhhhhhh. I know! How how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i swear. It's almost like magic, how sometimes i can't find the right word to express how i'm feeling &amp;amp; suddenly this song plays on the radio or on mtv and it just.. it does that for me. It expresses how i feel, at that point of time, exactly. (: I can't wait for the matches to start. Half an hour to go, i'm gonna go now. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is f-ed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up, where do i start&lt;br /&gt;Cause i can't turn to you, when it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The veronicas- when it all falls apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart, i'm not missing &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;michelle. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115659068778994521?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115659068778994521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115659068778994521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115659068778994521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115659068778994521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-promised-me-youd-be-around.html' title='You promised me you&apos;d be around.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115650471576142804</id><published>2006-08-25T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T19:18:35.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here you go, a song to express how i'm feeling now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha i'm gonna go do the english powerpoint presentation and watch the repeat match that i missed the other day now. :D Because, guess who i get to see! Wheeheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Been through just about everything that I could go through&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to relationships&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I was missing or why I aint listen&lt;br /&gt;When I told myself that was it&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go, hurt again&lt;br /&gt;Cause of my curiousity&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over&lt;br /&gt;What else could it be he just had to cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;(But) Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;Im not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I got life to do&lt;br /&gt;I know Im usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;But this time its different&lt;br /&gt;I dont even feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a shame in a way cause&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I may not ever find the right one for me&lt;br /&gt;Did I leave him, is he right in front of my face oh&lt;br /&gt;Will my true love ever be?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I go on a search again&lt;br /&gt;When I know what the end will be&lt;br /&gt;What good is love when it keeps on hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise never to settle&lt;br /&gt;Why didnt I keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hated the heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;Crying and cheating, the fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;No I cant be with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm scared felt like I was falling when you left me&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep going through life&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of what I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the person I could be&lt;br /&gt;Love's good when its right&lt;br /&gt;And when it's left in your memory&lt;br /&gt;All the times I let you down&lt;br /&gt;I guess love will be nice for someone elses life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Im not going through the motions&lt;br /&gt;Waiting and hoping you call me&lt;br /&gt;You might have had me open&lt;br /&gt;But I must be going because&lt;br /&gt;I know Im usually hanging on&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate to see you gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh different, feel the distance&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing&lt;br /&gt;Im not missing you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stacie Orrico- I'm not missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115650471576142804?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115650471576142804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115650471576142804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115650471576142804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115650471576142804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-you_115650471576142804.html' title='I want you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115649478229791156</id><published>2006-08-25T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:33:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah today's a friday! Like wheeeeheee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That means it's the weekend starting tmr, like duh but. YAY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because tmr's gonna be an awesome day! It's gonna be saturday. Which means in the morning (even though i have to wake up early and all) we've got debate, which is gonna be fun i hope :D And then i don't know which takes priority, but we also have lit lessons midway through debate. I really don't want to miss the lit lesson, because we can learn lots in two hours eh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ooh and tmr, there are matches at night, and more importantly, because it's a saturday and there's no school on sundays, i can stay up to watch the matches! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GRINS. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; okay i should go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;michelle. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115649478229791156?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115649478229791156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115649478229791156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115649478229791156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115649478229791156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-not-star-in-heaven-that-we-cant.html' title='There&apos;s not a star in heaven that we can&apos;t reach.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115641682268753200</id><published>2006-08-24T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:53:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I try but i can't seem to get myself to think of anything but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English results were.. okay, but disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now the only thing left is d and t, which is a sure failure for me. Hahahah, i think i did really horribly this term. Only my lit results were satisfying. (: I swear, i'm gonna work alot harder for the end of the years. I'm gonna really, really need to do well then to go to the class i wanna go to. Ah, it all seems so far away now but soon, it'll be streaming and i'll be mugging my ass off &amp; then poof, it's christmas and it's new year's all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All i can say is, truly right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you don't know i'm alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How utterly depressing. Hah, there's absolutely nothing else for me to blog about. Except that recently things have been different without doralyn, and i miss her truckloads (even though i just saw her about half an hour ago because she was over at my place to do a project) HAHA. I miss you in school, girly. Come back soon. Liz and nerine too. And all the rest, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know what. Maybe i'm just having one of those stupid mood swings of mine right now, but i'm starting to realise alot of things. Alot of nonsense rubbish that's been in front of me all along, only now i choose to open my eyes and see it for what it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First things first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Empty promises and stupid messages. I miss you like hell, but the game's getting old. And i'm sick of it. So stop it with the ludicrous lies you come up with and empty, empty promises you make me. You don't mean them, so don't give me false hope. Don't, just don't. Great, now i sound like i'm talking to myself. Hahah, i may as well be, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Secondly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to study lit &amp; do my english project! Ahh. I'm going to find out who won last night's match and then go do my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, i'm supporting manchester united &amp; liverpool for the epl. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mwah mwah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115641682268753200?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115641682268753200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115641682268753200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115641682268753200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115641682268753200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-try-but-i-cant-seem-to-get-myself-to.html' title='I try but i can&apos;t seem to get myself to think of anything but you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115632822140020344</id><published>2006-08-23T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:17:01.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you still love me tomorrow in the morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Errghh we got back our practical results today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turns out overall for science, i failed by one mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uh huh, things definitely arent gonna be pretty on my report book this term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English lessons are fun now. We're not learning anything new because the five of them are away from school for a week, so we just go to the computer lab during english lessons to do our project, which is going along fine, really.. albeit kinda slow. There's alot to do, &amp; i don't know i guess things are just moving along really slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We're getting back our english results tmr, i hope i do well. I really hope i do well, i need it to make up for my horrible science results, desperately. There's a lit test on friday, like ah i havent studied and its 33 pages. Tmr im gonna die mugging or something. But i have to because. Just because, you all probably know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thing is, i'm probably pmsing or something but its starting to get on my nerves. The way you pretend to care and you convince yourself that you do. Like yeah yeah yeah, whatever. You used to mean something to me. Now i'm starting to think you were but a figment of my imagination, a part of my past that i really wish never happened. Because if nothing ever happened, then i wouldn't have to hurt now. I mean i don't know, okay, i just want to tell you to stop it. Because you make it hurt even more, that way. I'm trying so hard not to miss you, y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think i'm better off living in fantasy world, albeit it all being a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the magic that was you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's gone now, all i can do is wish it'd come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115632822140020344?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115632822140020344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115632822140020344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115632822140020344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115632822140020344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-you-still-love-me-tomorrow-in.html' title='Will you still love me tomorrow in the morning?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115624169771683085</id><published>2006-08-22T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:14:57.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You love me but you don't know who i am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I failed science,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that just about sums up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;It's only after i get my wish that i realise it's not really what i want after all. Or maybe it's just that i'm not ready. Or maybe. Or maybe. I don't know, i haven't moved on or something. You know what would make this really perfect? A date tomorrow with my honey bunny (the secret date). Or maybe a football match like every night. There's nothing for me to do during the day (like now) and it offers way too much time for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HOW I WISH WE COULD GO TMR, JUST THE TWO OF US. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That may sound wrong, but you have no idea how much i need it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115624169771683085?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115624169771683085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115624169771683085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115624169771683085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115624169771683085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-love-me-but-you-dont-know-who-i-am.html' title='You love me but you don&apos;t know who i am.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115614630218692112</id><published>2006-08-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:45:05.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you're my misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i could have just one tear rolling down your cheek&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AHHH, i take that back. That match wasnt really exciting. What was exciting was last nights match! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Manchester united vs fulham. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wheeheeeee, guess who i saw! Yeah i got a dose of happiness enough to last me a long time. Well. At least until the next manchester united match. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We didn't have assembly today; instead we stayed in class &amp; i ended up falling asleep because omg, i was so tired. Hahahah, and then after that i was awoken because it was kinda noisy and i can be a light sleeper, y'know. Haha. I'm feeling really lethargic now. &amp;amp; we got back our history results today. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I did really horribly, not exaggerating (not that much, anyway) really. Like ah, i dropped a grade okay! It was horrific i tell you. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i think tmr there's a chance that we're getting back science &amp; english. Sometimes i really wonder wtf is wrong with me. It's like i don't want to get back science because i know i'm gonna do really badly yet i want it back because i hate the feeling inside me now- what if i fail, what if i don't fail, how, did i pass or fail. Damn. See i confuse myself, even.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, i really enjoyed watching last night's match! HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you dor, liz, nerine, priscilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;COME BACK QUICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And doralyn chan! I have all your results/ worksheets! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay i'm gonna go call doralyn now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115614630218692112?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115614630218692112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115614630218692112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115614630218692112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115614630218692112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-youre-my-misery.html' title='Baby you&apos;re my misery'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115599101471629283</id><published>2006-08-19T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:36:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to everything that i knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, i totally changed my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THIS GAME IS EXCITING :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115599101471629283?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115599101471629283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115599101471629283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115599101471629283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115599101471629283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbye-to-everything-that-i-knew.html' title='Goodbye to everything that i knew'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115597594604130772</id><published>2006-08-19T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:25:46.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We could leave this town, and run forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IT'S THE 19TH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; i don't feel anymore excitement because it was probably just the adrenaline and anticipation that got me all excited about this. Or maybe it's because it's much easier to just not feel anything anymore. Yeah, i think that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If only for a night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be the one who's in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Who holds you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's nothing more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's nothing else i want more than to feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This feels like shit, i can honestly say that i don't know why i feel this way. I knew it wouldn't happen, i only hoped it would. I got my hopes up and turns out i end up letting myself down. Again. Even i'm starting to think the only place this will happen in is in a parallel universe. Please, oh god i'm begging you. Prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've never wanted to be wrong so much before in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115597594604130772?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115597594604130772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115597594604130772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115597594604130772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115597594604130772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-could-leave-this-town-and-run_19.html' title='We could leave this town, and run forever.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115589845201775770</id><published>2006-08-18T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:55:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too far away for far too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AH EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's a day late, hahahah but gosh it feels awesome aye. &amp; now it's time to get back our results, it's such a painful wait. Anyhow, we already got back chinese, lit and maths. Hahah, it's not awesome, but it's okay i guess. I passed chinese, i did well for lit &amp;amp; my math was okay but disappointing. Yup i'm just like.. ): because damnit i could have done so much better for maths, but no.. i was frickin' careless. Ah oh well. I'm really happy about my lit results though. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyhow. We went on a dim sum outing yesterday at crystal jade! Hahahah stuffed ourselves full &amp; then went shopping. (: And then after that uhm, i went out some more. Shh, secret date la. Hahahah. Today we were supposed to go out, but we had to stay back for some art thing. Theory or something, ): Hahaha, it totally killed my shopping mood eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm growing fatter and fatter everyday. Ahhhhh, seriously i need help. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you cry a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lie just a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretend that you're feeling just a little more pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave, now i'm wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something in return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you cry a little for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith hill- cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I read this email once. It was titled total signs if someone likes you. &amp;amp; it just reminded me of someone. And now i'm feeling very blah y'know. Blah. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Why did i let myself believe miracles could happen, cause now i have to pretend that i don't really care.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm really.. messed up la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't wanna talk about it, it's stupid &amp; i guess i just seriously hope too much for my own good, because everytime, every single frickin time i end up letting myself down. Say hello stupid michelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a brighter note, i'm really happy about my lit results &amp;amp; tmr's the 19th. It seems ages ago that i was waiting for the day to come whilst mugging hard for cas. Tmr- the english premier league starts. &amp; i'm really happy about that too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i dream about you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tonight girl, it's only you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the last one falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's all been said and done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It get hard but it won't take my love away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 doors down- here without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have no idea, no idea at all; these songs mean so much right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i could find you now things would get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could leave this town and run forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know somewhere somehow things will get better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let your waves crash down on me and take me away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellowcard- ocean avenue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BYEBYE. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ps: Honey bunny hahahah, we gotta go again soon aye! It's a date. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115589845201775770?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115589845201775770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115589845201775770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115589845201775770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115589845201775770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/too-far-away-for-far-too-long.html' title='Too far away for far too long.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115563835573588324</id><published>2006-08-15T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:05:28.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You say hello, inside i'm screaming i love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I PASSED CHINESE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yippayeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the day.&lt;br /&gt;- Maths ca.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay i guess, not that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;- Drawing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. Had lots of laughs &amp; tiara darling has wobbly cheeks. Aw, how cute. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;- PE.&lt;br /&gt;We're still learning to play baseball. Heh, made up a song &amp;amp; sung &amp; laughed alot. Ultra fun, ultra retarded. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i'm going to study for my science ca. :D&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, you all probably know i'm gonna need all the luck i can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SCARED. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finished all my d &amp; t homework yesterday so that i could study for science the whole afternoon today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I finished all my math homework in class today so that i could study for science the whole afternoon today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I already read through about osmosis and diffusion. BUT, i haven't studied for heat &amp;amp; for practical, which is also tmr. Wtf is wrong with me, huh. I know i'm weak in science, i know i know i know. But i can't seem to focus. Aaarrghh, i'm scared, i really am. Streaming determines the class we go to next year &amp; the subjects we choose to take, right? This ca is like how many percent of streaming? I don't know but i know it counts. And i'm so so scared i'm gonna screw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I already stuffed myself full just now, yet i still can't concentrate. Omg, i can't stand it. This sucks, i swear. I totally wasted a whole afternoon. I'm really scared for science y'know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really really scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean. I'm the one who's never been able to do well for science, so y'know, I'M SCARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115563835573588324?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115563835573588324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115563835573588324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115563835573588324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115563835573588324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-say-hello-inside-im-screaming-i.html' title='You say hello, inside i&apos;m screaming i love you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115554546273176612</id><published>2006-08-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T16:51:02.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you cry a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lie just a little&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave now i'm wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something in return&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So cry just a little for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith hill- cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hoooookay. Literature ca today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;45 minutes/ 3 questions/ 3 &amp; a half pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so frickin dead i tell you. Aaaaahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp; tmr there's maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Normally i'd be confident enough because i get the topics, but tmr we're tested on graphs (which i really suck at) and change subject of formula and.. i can't remember. Aaaahh. What the hell. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the day after tmr there's science.&lt;br /&gt;DIE. I feel like crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What makes things worse is that i eat more when i'm stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lose weight plan is currently on hiatus, even though i'm trying to get back to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damnit, i frickin hate exams, you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't wait for saturday, it's finally gonna be the 19th of august.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh &amp; i have no life, i tell you. This is how it goes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School, home, eat, study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School, home, eat, study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't wait for thursday to be over and then it's party time eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somehow i can't seem to muster up any enthusiasm or optimism, what the hell is wrong with me, huh. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'M JUST GROWING FATTER BY THE DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scream scream screaaaaaaaaaaam. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you &amp;amp; i wish i could take that feeling away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115554546273176612?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115554546273176612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115554546273176612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115554546273176612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115554546273176612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-promises.html' title='No promises.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115544174757041732</id><published>2006-08-13T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:32:13.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your heart is my sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One more week to go! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, i can't wait. I really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just came back home from church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mass, then we went to class to talk talk talk. And guess what i found out! Hahahah. And then we had to split up and go to the primary catechism classes to help out for the ministry attachment thing thing. Ah, you have no idea how nice it'd be to be young and innocent again. Hahah i'm helping out in this primary two class and yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We have our lit ca tmr. I'm not really scared (yet) because it's unseen and all. Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't wanna do this anymore. Sometimes it's just really difficult to have faith in something, you know? Because what if, after all that's happened, it turns out being a bunch of lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally i have my answer to the question i always ask some people. I'd say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But i'm never gonna get that chance to, so.. after everything, there's no point anymore, is there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like you&lt;em&gt; like you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh &amp; did i mention, we had training yesterday and i just visited jeannie's blog, so here you go. We designed our debate tshirt. It's gonna be seriously pretty, i can't wait! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/364/971/1600/mrspotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/364/971/320/mrspotato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/ href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/364/971/1600/mr%20and%20mrs%20potato.jpg" &lt;a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/364/971/320/mr%20and%20mrs%20potato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet mr and mrs potato. HAHAHAHA. Charming, aye?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115544174757041732?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115544174757041732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115544174757041732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115544174757041732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115544174757041732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-heart-is-my-sky.html' title='Your heart is my sky.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115521130569078059</id><published>2006-08-10T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:01:45.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were the one, the one to guide me through.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy, it's not easy to paste a smile on my face and laugh and be hyper and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to let go, and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to smile and be happy when inside i'm screaming help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to love someone who's hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to pretend it's all okay when inside i'm a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to look you in the eye and pretend nothing ever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to laugh and be crazy when inside i'm screaming slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to dream and fantasise knowing they'll never come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not so easy to act all calm and serene when inside i'm screaming i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see, there's so much you're missing out on, but only because you can't care enough to look past the hyper crazy girl. I'm a mess. &amp;amp; i feel like i'm in freefall. You think i live a lie. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115521130569078059?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115521130569078059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115521130569078059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115521130569078059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115521130569078059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-were-one-one-to-guide-me-through.html' title='You were the one, the one to guide me through.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115517478842403178</id><published>2006-08-10T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T10:35:46.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, you're the one i need tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some call it magic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's thursday, the day after national day when we don't have school. Heh, in my head i'm already panicking. It's the day before my chinese ca. Like ahhhhh! I know, i should totally be studying right now. But i'm going to soon, like immediately after this. Yippaaye. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's friends are coming over later. I swear, she's being so annoying about it. Like how am i gonna study, huh? Exactly. And she's making such a big deal out of it, it's starting to piss me off, actually. It's way too early for bitch mood, but ohmygosh, scream scream scream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i feel better already. No actually just let me vent some more.&lt;br /&gt;SCREAAAAAAAAAAAM.&lt;br /&gt;I found out last night that there's this channel that i've never watched before. Hahahah, it's a good thing! Okay happy thoughts. (: Omg, it's times like these that i absolutely love having cable. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damnit. Oh gosh i haven't used the f word in so long. I'm so proud of myself. Heh. Well kind of la, anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think her friend is here. It's frickin early for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. They just keep calling every five minutes or so. It's so annoying, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you* by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye now. I'm gonna go study.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how i try, i can't hate you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. I can't say this here because people will read this. Yet i want people to read this. Huh, right? I know sometimes i don't get myself either. But it's when i don't have the answers that i wish i did, and it's after all of it that i actually look back and realise that sometimes, it's when i have the answers that i wish i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I should go and study now. ):&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my gosh. I really don't need this crap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115517478842403178?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115517478842403178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115517478842403178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115517478842403178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115517478842403178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-youre-one-i-need-tonight.html' title='Baby, you&apos;re the one i need tonight.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115512375621903062</id><published>2006-08-09T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:28:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't know i'm alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the one who looked right through me&lt;br /&gt;Now you saying that you knew me,&lt;br /&gt;when i was invisible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too true, there just aren't any other words to better express it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in serious need of songs, i swear. I'm like just dying over here or something. You know what, i think i'm confusing myself. I'm all messed up inside, emotion-wise. I'm seriously messed up. I don't know how i really feel &amp; why. I gotta admit, i'm a changed girly. Don't you think so? I'm watching the national day parade on tv now. Happy birthday, singapore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You have no idea how i feel, so don't even try because you don't fool me. You couldn't possible know how i feel right now. I wanna be with you, i so want to be. But it's so near impossible, if it ever really happened i'd seriously think it a dream. But i still hope &amp;amp; i still dream. It's in my dreams that i know i won't be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, i miss all that we had, i miss everything we shared and i want that again. Tonight is just making me think about all that's been running through my mind the past few days &amp;amp; i guess i realise finally how i feel. Which is, to be honest, the same as ever. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss you. I want to be with you. I'm sleepy, i'm tired, i'm whiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I daydream all the time. Sometimes it just gets depressing, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish i could see the fireworks from here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115512375621903062?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115512375621903062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115512375621903062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115512375621903062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115512375621903062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-dont-know-im-alive.html' title='You don&apos;t know i&apos;m alive.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115509448699450067</id><published>2006-08-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T11:34:47.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no other man but you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heyy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's national day today, so yay there's no school today and tmr. Last night was awesome, abit disappointing (you know what that's about) but still, altogether fun. So i owe ______ a huge thank you, after exams again okay! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and tmr, i have chinese tuition &amp; science tuition. How rubbishy on a holiday, honestly. But oh well i don't really mind cause tuition is really slack, but we still learn lots! Heh, i hope girly's going to queensway tmr, i can meet her before tuition there! Like yipaaaye. And friday there's chinese ca. Boohoo poopoo. I can so wait for friday. I think i'm gonna fail chinese, honestly i'm trying to study the chengyus and everything during tuition, but after those one and a half hours, i forget everything. Wtf, right? I know. Errghh. I just want a pass for chinese, that's all i'm saying. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And science, like omg. I'm super duper scared for science. I don't even know what's gonna be tested, i hope it's not osmosis and diffusion though. I can't remember anything from that chapter, and i'm already having a hard time coping with light and heat as it is. Gawwrsh i have to stop talking to myself here. Heh, the tv is turned on to disney now, and they're showing strawberry shortcake. Haha, i was like reminded of the testpad paper nerine and liz bought for debate last time when they were supposed to buy plain white paper. Hahahah, prepping for u14s was fun, aye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My throat still kind of hurts. Like it's less but still sore. Oh &amp; i want to buy my new book eh. Hahah, it feels like i've been waiting since forever. Haha. I like shane ward's no promises, damnit i just missed the mtv video of that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shine because of you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115509448699450067?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115509448699450067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115509448699450067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115509448699450067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115509448699450067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/aint-no-other-man-but-you.html' title='Ain&apos;t no other man but you.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115502471773567137</id><published>2006-08-08T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T16:11:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did i let myself believe, miracles could happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Heyya. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;The green house performance was so fun, second is good aye! Haha. I sat with liz and the polkadots during mass this morning. It was okay i guess. Then after that it was performance time.. so yup, haha. Then i went to macdonalds at tpy after school to have brunch with doralyn and denise. The milkshakes were super filling. Haha i felt so bloated la. Then i went to wisma and far east with denise. Hahahah yeah and we went shoe shopping. But we didn't buy any shoes cause we coudn't find nice ones that we liked. Boohoo. Hahaha okay then we ended up buying stuff from topshop, again. Hahaha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm so happy. Kind of. But i can't say why. Haha whatever okay i'm happy. So bye bye now. I'm gonna go and bathe. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Love lots! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115502471773567137?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115502471773567137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115502471773567137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115502471773567137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115502471773567137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-did-i-let-myself-believe-miracles.html' title='Why did i let myself believe, miracles could happen?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115495517921302121</id><published>2006-08-07T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:52:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;My gift is my song,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;and this one's for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can tell everybody,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;that this is your song.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hahahah hey you all. You know i've got lots on my mind when i blog twice in a day. It all just seems to slip my mind when i'm at the page to blog. It gets annoying, haha. But i still feel that need to express it, so here i am, again. And again, i'm gonna try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;My throat hurts like shit, i feel like i could fall asleep any moment. I mean seriously, i hate being sick. I decide this for the last time everytime i get sick. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Anyhow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Have you ever felt like, you had to get something, or do something.. for the sake of having that something or having done that something? Because i don't know how i feel anymore. I'm all confused and.. i don't know. I really don't. It's not cause it, it's cause i want to have it and be able to show the world that i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I was like talking to ______ online earlier just now, and i realised that i'm seriously picky about the kind of music i listen to. I can't help being a soft rock, pop, r and b kind of girl. I can't help falling in love with the classics and feeling the sweet, sweet songs about friendship and family and home and.. all that tug at my heartstrings (I have to stop using this cheesy expression. Seriously.) I can't help feeling depressed when i hear emo songs. I can't help just straight out choosing not to listen to loud rock and heavy metal whenever i can help it because i'm just more of a soft rock kinda girly. And i realised that.. no matter what people say, it's alright to like things that they don't. Take one tree hill for example. I love, some others can't stand. Mind you, they don't even bother to watch a single episode before they cast their judgement. It's okay to be different from the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what we dream about,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;but the only question with me now-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Is, do i make you proud?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;You know, when i look back and think about why exactly i joined debate right. I don't know, at that point of time i was pretty close to liz, nerine and jeannie. And they said it was fun and that their coach was nice. Haha, i'm really glad i joined, you know? Because regardless of the communication problem (like last minute telling us that we have to go for something) and all the little bits and pieces here and there, i think i've grown to love debating with the gummybear troupe. Hahahah i'm serious. And miche and our seniors are all really nice. Haha. It's super fun lah. But we need juniors, like ahh we need juniors. Hahah and miche's in korea now, so.. her friend is coaching us for the next couple of weeks. Haha on saturday, miche made us try out different speaking roles and omg, hahahah i've decided, like officially that i much, much prefer doing second anything. Second. HAHAHA. She's gonna make us try out different speaking roles, like ahhh. I did first opp on saturday. Haha. It was okay i guess. I prefer second though. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Anyhow, i think i've talked about very random things so far, eh. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody needs to be loved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I absolutely adore the tshirt i'm wearing now. It's superly oversized so it covers my fats. Haha, but seriously it's the world cup tshirt that my sister bought back for me. :D It's super comfortable lah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;BYEBYE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115495517921302121?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115495517921302121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115495517921302121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115495517921302121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115495517921302121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/yours-are-sweetest-eyes-ive-ever-seen.html' title='Yours are the sweetest eyes i&apos;ve ever seen.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115493940026213472</id><published>2006-08-07T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T16:30:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe, you will always be a part of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Splitting headache + feeling like throwing up during history ca = left school early to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel better now, at least i think i slept it off. As luck would have it, i'd much rather have stayed through school today without the headache. Because i should have gone for the green house thing. ): Anyhow, i feel kinda bad about that because the performance is tmr and i'm hardly what you'd call prepared, but oh well. That is, if my headache doesn't come back and i don't feel like shit tmr, because otherwise i won't even go to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyhow, lots to blog about today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sister is back in singapore and she bought me some world cup stuff. Like aw, so sweet right? I know. I'm like wearing the oversized germany tshirt now. Hahahah and i was channel surfing but there was nothing that was appealing to watch. Boohoohoo. Haha my throat hurts now. Oh and i think i might have screwed up my history ca. It was near agony i tell you, trying to remember all that i read in my history textbook whilst having a pounding headache that's just screaming for attention and feeling like throwing up at the same time. Oh well i hope i do well for history. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's nothing to watch on tv, eh. My sister is watching mickey mouse now but i'm just very errghh about mickey mouse at the moment. I need oth, i need charmed, i need lost or survivor or football matches or something. Reruns would be fine with me. Scream scream scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, i was just thinking. When am i ever not, right? Okay don't answer that. I always hate being sick. It's agony, it hurts.. it just sucks. But then when i'm not sick, i'm always wondering what it'd be like to be sick for the day. Like i need a day off from school or something. What the hell, right? I know. Sometimes i just confuse myself. Ohmygosh, the irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay i feel super tired now. Exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fragile. Hahahah, oh gosh why am i so full of shit, huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't do meaningful posts anymore, but i'll worry about that next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm probably going back to sleep. I'm seriously yawn yawn dead sleepy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots of love :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115493940026213472?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115493940026213472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115493940026213472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115493940026213472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115493940026213472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-believe-you-will-always-be-part-of.html' title='I believe, you will always be a part of me.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115469751520276307</id><published>2006-08-04T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:18:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've already waited too long, and all my hope is gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm watching charmed! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You know what? I miss this show. Like, alot. I remember in primary school i used to love love love this show. Love it! Haha i seriously was crazy over this show. And now, years later.. i'm watching the same show, only a different season. And i think it's the last season of the show. I miss this show so much, you wouldn't believe how the highlight of my weeks in primary school used to be charmed on every wednesday night. (: And now i'm watching the same show i used to watch years ago. With piper, phoebe, and now instead of prue, paige. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've realised that over the years, i've grown to miss alot of things. And i mean alot. Seriously. I can't really phrase it properly and put it all into words because i'm all errghh with words but.. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I miss this. I miss that. I miss you. I miss you. And i miss you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;): shopping today with nise really took my mind off things. Buying those things made me happy, you know? Like i've been wanting to buy them for so long and now finally, i have them downstairs in my room. That made me happy for quite awhile. The bus came like fast today, i didn't have to wait long. I was happy about that too. The ride home seemed to be quicker than usual. Happy happy. Then i came home and looked at my profile again. It reminds me of the world cup. I miss that too, all the staying up till late at night and into the wee hours of the morning, just to watch the matches. I really miss that. It was so.. fun? I don't know how to describe it. I miss staying up, i miss the matches. I miss watching the players play football, you know? I can't wait for the english premier league to start. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel like going to video ezy to borrow serendipity and the notebook. The thing is, i don't know why i feel so shit. I don't know why i feel so hungover. I don't know why i feel so.. lifeless. Like, no more upbeat posts. It's like priscilla said today, it's like i took my crazy pills today. Heh, i feel so hungover i can't stand it. I can't wait for the english premier league to start. I can't wait for one tree hill season four. I can't wait for the next season of survivor to start. I can't wait for.. i don't know, tomorrow because i think i'm going to watch the lake house tomorrow. And yay, it's a romantic movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel so frickin hungover. Arrghh. I should stop whining to myself here. Hahahah. Okay i'm gonna go and give charmed my full attention now. Heh, and just as i type this there's a commercial break. HAHAHA okay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;History ca on monday so if i don't update anytime soon, you know why. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loveeee lots. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115469751520276307?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115469751520276307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115469751520276307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115469751520276307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115469751520276307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-already-waited-too-long-and-all-my.html' title='I&apos;ve already waited too long, and all my hope is gone.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115468734687356081</id><published>2006-08-04T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:29:06.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there was a moment of heartbreaking silence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;I'm watching holland v now. It's a rerun lah, if i'm not wrong. I mean i watched it like ages ago. Heh, today's friday. School for the week is like finally coming to an end. And i couldn't be more happy about it. :D I miss my sister truckloads, and she's finally gonna come back on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;I'm seriously sleepy. Today i was just so tired, so hungover. That's the word! ): I'm super duper tired. I feel hungover lah. But then again, i've been feeling alot like that of late, so it's not like the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Surprise surprise, i didn't even feel like falling asleep during double lit today. I'm starting to enjoy lit lessons, y'know. Haha, they're very productive, seriously. Anyway i changed my blogskin, url &amp; password. You like? :D I hope you do, because i adore the blogskin! And i know there's probably no surprise there too. Haha. Tiara didn't come to school today. She's sick, the poor girly. Heh heh heh ho ho heh. So here's from me to tiara: Take care, drink lots of water and rest lots okay! Love lots, girly. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oh, after school today denise and i decided we we'd go for the green house thing on monday instead of today. Plus i felt like super hungover la. So then we dropped by wisma to go to topshop and get a couple of things (cough!) we wanted to get. Haha. It was pretty fun. :D I love you, girlfriend! :D Hahaha. Anyway i stuffed myself when i came back home (kind of) so like i'm super full now. I feel like i'm going to explode or something. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Anyhow, i should go now. I'm gonna go and edit the blogskin because i want the post area to be wider. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lotsa love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115468734687356081?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115468734687356081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115468734687356081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115468734687356081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115468734687356081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-there-was-moment-of-heartbreaking.html' title='And there was a moment of heartbreaking silence.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115460410331808843</id><published>2006-08-03T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:30:16.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, put your records on; tell me your favourite song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They are shooting stars---a spectacular moment of light in the heavens-- fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Notebook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don't know how much sense that makes to me right now. They are shooting stars. A spectacular moment of light in the heavens. Fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash they're gone. What now seems to be a lifetime of perpetual heartbreak and regrets. Forever seems way distant, almost scary. In a flash they're gone. And that's all that's left, mere memories and a lifetime of heartbreak and regrets. No more forever, not anymore. Because in a flash they're gone. And i feel like you're leaving me held up so high, on such a breakable thread. Shooting stars. Spectacular moment of light in the heavens. Fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash they're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was boring. We had chinese, and i was like doodling and listening at the same time. I was actually writing stuff on a piece of paper. A whole lot of crap, if you ask me.. but i guess i deserved the paper i was doodling on being taken away from me, after having been warned once previously. ): So it was a bad start to the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then things started getting productive. You know recently i haven't been feeling so lethargic during lit lessons. We take lots of notes and all. I like lit, y'know. I really do, that's why i'm most probably taking pure lit next year, if i can get into a pure lit class. :D History was okay, we watched a video. Our history ca is on monday you know, so i kinda got serious and kinda listened. Heh, science was okay i guess. Usually i get all grumpy and whiny after science lessons, because it's the subject i don't like, the most (and that i suck at the most, ignoring chinese and geog) and i guess all these years i've been trying and i still don't get science, you know? It's just that kinda thing, i can't stand the subject because i don't understand &amp;amp; i don't know, i just don't have the hots for it i guess. So we had this activity thing during science and it was pretty alright, actually. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then maths. (: I dread double period maths, honestly. Because usually, time passes super slowly and i get all lethargic and sleepy when i'm not in the maths mood. But today was okay.. I kinda understand and so, i'm happy. :D Then english, during which we got back our essays and newspaper reports. Hahahah, i did alright for my essay, considering i actually only wrote one and a half sides and i thought it was a crap essay on my part. And newspaper report, i did like really badly. Haha, well i did write only three quarters of a page so no big surprise there. Hahahah, and tiara and i decided to write a story. Remind me to bring two books tmr to lend her. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then we stayed back for awhile to sort out our geog project surveys. Haha then science tuition with mel! (: Hahahahah i drank two cans of coke and ate one packet of chicken rice for lunch. Oh and plus an apple. And mee rebus for recess plus milo. So much for diet, i know! So i'm back to the apple diet soon. It's just that my ulcer in my mouth is killing me. Hahaha no excuse, i know, but tomorrow is apple and milo day okay, i'm gonna try. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohhhhh, i found my science textbook at my tuition centre! Hahahah thank goodness. I've been searching for a week and like we haven't used it in school for a week so thank goodness. Hahahah. Then we all crapped around during tuition, and did maths and science. :D It was pretty fun. Hahah isn't it always, right? Heh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My ipod screwed up. ): So like i think if we go and get it fixed or whatever you know, i think all my songs inside are gonna be gone. GONE. Can you believe that, i think i'm gonna die i tell you. Gone! ): I was like heartbroken when i heard. Heartbroken, i swear. ): Plus remember i messed up my music files and all that? Like i have so few songs in my computer now that arrghh i'm just really sad. I mean seriously, all my songs gone? I could die of heartache. Hahahahah i should stop being so melodramatic but i'm serious. Die of heartache or heartbreak i tell you. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyhow, there's singapore idol the results show and extra later, along with lost at 10pm so i've got what i'm doing tonight covered already. Haha. :D Oh and remind me to settle my art project thing thing later too. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I once loved this song to teeny weeny bits and pieces. I still do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So much for &lt;strong&gt;my happy ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115460410331808843?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115460410331808843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115460410331808843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115460410331808843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115460410331808843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/girl-put-your-records-on-tell-me-your.html' title='Girl, put your records on; tell me your favourite song.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115443206179969787</id><published>2006-08-01T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:21:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't stand to fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm not that naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Men weren't made to ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with clouds between their knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OKAY I'M BACK! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm back to post a meaningful post baybeh! :D See, tiara has way too much influence over me. Stop it girly, you know i love you but arrghh i need to stop talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chill as ice, baybeh. :D I love you girly. See i should stop being so random. My posts are totally messed up! Hahaha i'm going to start talking/ typing/ thinking/ whatever properly now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One thing before i start the meaningful part of my post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Liz made me do this. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right now in your head.&lt;br /&gt;After that tag at least 5 people to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'boyfriend'&lt;br /&gt;2. tiara&lt;br /&gt;3. doralyn&lt;br /&gt;4. neighbor darling&lt;br /&gt;5. lizabethy poo&lt;br /&gt;6. rachel fan yuling the girl who takes bus/ mrt home&lt;br /&gt;7. my sexy&lt;br /&gt;8. van&lt;br /&gt;9. eychelle&lt;br /&gt;10. melissa lim!&lt;br /&gt;11. nerine&lt;br /&gt;[damn, i want to write jeannie poo's name down too! ):]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10? [mel]School bus in primary school same tuition same school same cca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wht would you do if you never met 2? [tiara]&lt;br /&gt;Boohoohoo. Can't do without this girly. Really and truly. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 9 and 11 dated? [eychelle and nerine]&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Pigs would fly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You like 7? [juzzy]&lt;br /&gt;Nope, i love her. She's my sexy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 5 and 6 make a good couple? [liz and rachel]&lt;br /&gt;HAHA see, they wouldn't date! Liz has jeannie and rachel has [insert name here]. WHOOPS. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3 [doralyn]&lt;br /&gt;Skinnyass with abs. HAHA i love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive? [van]&lt;br /&gt;Irresistable. HAHA i love you van! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about 2. [tiara]&lt;br /&gt;She's as chill as ice, baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 4's family? [gillian]&lt;br /&gt;Yup! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats 5's favourite things? [liz]&lt;br /&gt;Gummybears, gummybears and uhhm, gummybears. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 3 confesses he/she likes you. [doralyn]&lt;br /&gt;Psst psst, she already loves me. HAHAHAHA. Mwwah to you, dor. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 6 speak? [rachel]&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense language, english, chinese. HAHA what else ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with? [eychelle]&lt;br /&gt;I forgot his name. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 8 now? [van]&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen and i owe her her present. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 1? ['boyfriend']&lt;br /&gt;HMM. What do you think? Haha. You know i'm kidding about this right. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?[tiara]&lt;br /&gt;It better be the gummybears. HAHA. No, err. All sorts i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7? [juzzy]&lt;br /&gt;Sure i would. HAHA. You know i love my sexy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 11? [nerine]&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA mmhmm! Last time we pretended to when we were at ______. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 2 naked? [tiara]&lt;br /&gt;YUCK NO. I mean i love you and all that, but HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people whom you want to pass this to&lt;br /&gt;- mel&lt;br /&gt;- jeannie&lt;br /&gt;- nerine&lt;br /&gt;- eychelle&lt;br /&gt;- van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. So, there are many different genres of music. Sometimes i like classical, because the songs just sound so sexy and they tug at my heartstrings, you know. I adore soft rock, just because of the way the music sounds and just because it's soft rock. Then there's the loud sort of rock. There's heavy metal and techno. Honestly i can't stand heavy metal and techno, because i just don't go well with them. I'm more of the soft rock, classical, pop kind of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Just like music, we have friends. And sometimes i don't know if you do this as well, but i kind of classify my friends into different genres too. Just like music there's a genre of friends i turn to when i'm upset, when i'm angry and grouchy and when i just need someone to talk to. Is that wrong of me? It's like.. Some people are fun to be with, but they've also hurt me before. And i guess i'm not the sort of person to trust easily, so i forgive them. But i don't let them in. It's almost as if there's a barrier, i don't let them beyond that barrier, because there are fragile, breakable things beyond that and i don't trust them to not damage anything. So there's a group of friends i turn to when i'm happy. There are people whom i just have, what i like to think are 'fun friendships'. with. But if they happen to come to that barrier i shut down, almost automatically. It's strange how my brain works, isn't it, after having been burnt time and time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So i don't know about you, but i know that the genre of friends i like to go to when i need a shoulder or whatever.. there seem to be fewer and fewer people under that list everyday. It's kinda sad when i think about it, because i really see now how much we've drifted apart and how it's so impossible for me to just do things, without thinking about whether doing them will cause harm to anyone. Including myself. I guess that period of time turned me neurotic and paranoid, now even more so than ever. And i wish you'd take a walk in my shoes for a start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm scared. I miss ______. As i'm typing this it occurs to me that i don't miss you. I just miss the idea of you and what we could have. But i think i miss you more. I miss your presence, i miss everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It sucks, you know. It sucks being so aware of how fat &amp;amp; short i am when i look in the mirror/ reflections. It sucks to have all this crap firmly planted in my mind. It sucks having to be so shrewd sometimes. It sucks to have essentially nobody i can run to, just for the sake of running to someone. It sucks, because that's what we used to have and i miss that, so so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not much if you want to compare it to other people who can openly say they have best friends and go round all happy with them. I'm not so fortunate. But sure, i got people whom i trust, like alot. Best friends, in a way. But i miss you like crazy. I want to relive the past, sometimes. I want that feeling again. It was a rush, you know? And i'm not afraid to admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not strong enough to deal with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And now, gossip session with eychelle! :D It's an ego trap, to be told something like that all your life. And it just really.. it hurts after awhile because you realise that whilst there might be some truth to it, it's an ego trap, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate ego traps. ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115443206179969787?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115443206179969787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115443206179969787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115443206179969787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115443206179969787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish-youd-take-walk-in-my-shoes-for.html' title='I wish you&apos;d take a walk in my shoes for a start.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115442303188155857</id><published>2006-08-01T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T17:03:51.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a marvellous night for a moondance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;HEYY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So i've got like a whole list of things i'm obliged to do, now that i'm using the computer. Haha. Here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Van's present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;2. The art thing thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHAHA ok fineeee. So not alot, whatever. It's enough, anyway. Haha. I'm like really really desperate for english premier league to start. I know, nineteenth august but still! I so can't wait. Moondance is a really sexy song. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh so you know. I had this whole thing i was gonna post about at first because you know, i just had alot on my mind just now. And now i'm just blah. Haha i can't remember and i'm not in the mood, so i'll probably do that post another day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss you, that's for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think it's easy being me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just stand still, look pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115442303188155857?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115442303188155857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115442303188155857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115442303188155857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115442303188155857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-marvellous-night-for-moondance.html' title='It&apos;s a marvellous night for a moondance.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20864875.post-115408878892857357</id><published>2006-07-28T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:13:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey gorgeous, i want you to know i'm here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think it's easy being me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just stand still look pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But it's not so easy. I hate it when i look in the mirror and i'm not happy. (fat, ugly, short. me.) ): not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can i just have one more moondance with you, my love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my gosh you know, this is such a sexy song. It really is. It reminds me of mr paul twohill. Because he sang it on wednesday rightttt.. Haha yeah and you all know i like paul twohill. Yup. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm half the man i thought i would be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you can have what's left of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Because i'm music deprived the second i turn off the laptop, haha i'm gonna have my fill now. (: &lt;strong&gt;I SERIOUSLY CAN'T WAIT FOR THE 19TH OF AUGUST WHEN THE ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE STARTS!&lt;/strong&gt; Ahhhhh, i can't wait, i can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, my sister is going to brisbane tomorrow for some handbells trip thingy. I'm gonna miss her, no matter how much i fight with her everyday. Haha. Oh well, i guess that's what handphones are for. I love her lots and lots, honestly. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I miss one tree hill. I miss the world cup. I miss the world cup matches. I miss the world cup advertisements. I miss that adidas nothing is impossible ad with zidane and ballack and other football players on it. I miss seeing that on the way up the escalator at orchard mrt. I miss nathan and haley. I miss brooke and lucas. I miss charmed. I miss my sister, already. I miss rachel. I miss sexy. I miss van. I miss paulpaul. I miss swimming and tanning without being so conscious of my fatness, shortness and uglyness. I miss those barbeque sessions. I miss those sleepovers. I miss gossip sessions when i didn't hold back, afraid. I miss that sense of security. I miss all of that. But most of all, i miss being young and innocent, and not having so much on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish i wasn't so neurotic. I wish i wasn't so paranoid. I wish i dared to live, more. I wish i dared to trust. I wish i dared to love, more easily. I wish i didn't care what other people think about me, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I told you, silence offers too much time for thought. Including long bus rides back home without my ipod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm watching smallville now. You know, kristin kreuk is really, really pretty. And i think there's charmed later, i guess i'm gonna be 'busy' for the rest of the night. Haha i guess this is it for today. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just stand still, look pretty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20864875-115408878892857357?l=sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/feeds/115408878892857357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20864875&amp;postID=115408878892857357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115408878892857357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20864875/posts/default/115408878892857357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetdreamlove.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-gorgeous-i-want-you-to-know-im.html' title='Hey gorgeous, i want you to know i&apos;m here.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01463795883429922529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
