<?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-1951981564839264044</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:40:13.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D3stiny</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951981564839264044.post-6361895422216623374</id><published>2008-08-29T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:02:08.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Believe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home that evening, Landy was lying on the sofa, crunching a packet of potato chips I had just brought a few days ago. “How’s your first day of school?” she asked. She had small eyes and a sharp nose to match her jaws. I had always believed that she is one of the most beautiful women in the world. In fact, for a long period of time, I had hoped I had the same countenance as her. I even desired to live her life: Carefree, with boys lining up to hold her hand. I told her everything about Jacky and the embarrassment that he had caused me. Landy is the only person that I can pour my sorrows to. She will often drop by my house for a chat. My grandmother always opens the door for her if I am not in. “So what, you’re going to avoid him for the next two years?” Landy said. “I bet he’s going to stick to you these two years.”“You know I can’t talk to him.” I muttered. “I can’t harm him.”“Makes sense.” Landy poured herself a cup of coffee and relaxed on the sofa. “Don’t you fall in love with him.”“I’ll never!” I retorted almost instantly. “I mean… I …”“Never is a very strong word. Remember your curse.” Landy reminded. “Remember. If you fall in love with him, you’ll harm him.”I lay beside her and memories of how my mother died flowed back without mercy. “I know…”We spent the next two hours trying to figure out how to stay away from Jacky. And two hours later, we slept on the sofa with no solutions in mind.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;There was no way for me to avoid Jacky completely.At classes, he would volunteer to sit beside me and I could not reject him. He would try very hard at starting a conversation but I would always hint him to shut up by giving him a silent glare. It often worked, but after a few minutes, he would be talking again.During lunch break, we would eat together. He always offered to help me to buy the drinks. I wanted to tell him off, to say that I preferred to eat alone, but when he returned with my favorite drink, I gave in and just ate my meal in silence, trying hard to keep my eyes off him. Rumours about us being an item surfaced after a few weeks. Jacky was especially concerned about disclaiming them. However, no one believed him. One day he even threatened to beat anyone who spread the rumours, and that was the first time I saw his trademark smile vanishing from his face. “Why do you get so angry when people say something about us?” I asked him that day. “I don’t wanna spoil your reputation. What if no one dares to woo you?” he answered matter-of-factly. “I don’t wanna destroy your future.”“Then why are you still sticking to me everyday?” I probed on.It took him a while to register the question. “I…” he smiled once more. “I wanna help you. To see you smile.” He turned away then whispered again, “To see your smile.” “Why?”“I want to do something meaningful while I can.” Ironically, I frowned and brought the conversation to a halt. I told Landy about what Jacky said to me that night, and we spent over three hours pondering on what he meant. And as usual, we managed to conclude nothing.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;Four months had passed since we started school. I remembered that on a Tuesday morning, Mrs Goh, our Literature lecturer, suddenly declared, “Every year, we have a Drama competition organized by the Literature Club. Every class is encouraged to send a team forward. This competition, I believe, will help a lot in your Literature. So I’m going to get this entire class to join.” The students whispered protests but Mrs Goh insisted. “Every one of you will help out in creating a play.” Michael, one of the noisier guys, volunteered to be the scriptwriter. We spent the next fifteen minutes trying to find a suitable plot. In the end we settled for the final scene in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. It was the scene where Romeo would drink the poison and Juliet wake up to find a dead Romeo. However, there would be an interesting twist to it. They would speak in “Singlish” to add a Singaporean touch. And Juliet would drink the poison instead. We reckoned that would add points to our play.“Okay, who’s good at acting here?” Mrs Goh glanced around the class. I was toying with my fingers, not concentrating on the discussion. “Let’s find a Juliet first… hmm, whose name starts with ‘J’?” “Me!” Jacky raised up his hand in ecstasy. “Me, me!” That idiot. “You wanna be Juliet?” Mrs Goh mocked and the class erupted into laughter. “We need a girl, Jacky. It’s supposed to be a sad scene, not a funny scene where a macho guy acts as Juliet.”Jacky giggled and announced, “Okay, I volunteer to be Romeo then.” Sighs of relief washed past several male students. “But I have a request.” “Which is?” I looked up at Jacky. He was staring at my eyes. Oh, shit. I did not like that look. “I want Joanna to be Juliet. J for Joanna.” The whole class cheered as if Andy Lau had just sang a song.That guy just would not let me study in peace, would he?&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;We had our first rehearsal in the school hall a few days later. It was unlike the normal tragic ending in Romeo and Juliet. We had to add in “leh”s, “lah”s and “oei”s into the dialogue to make it sound more Singlish. I wondered if it would reverse the scene from tragedy to humour.“No… cannot be… you cannot die one…” I cried without tears. Jacky lay on the floor with his eyes closed. His lips were trembling, threatening to laugh any moment. “If you die, I also die then!” He could control it no longer. He chuckled out loud, infecting the entire hall with laughter as well.And I always frowned when they laughed because it would prolong the rehearsal. Every time there was a rehearsal scheduled after school, I would think of numerous excuses to skip it, but in the end I would still attend the rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;When I told Landy about my role as Juliet in the play, she laughed for fifteen minutes. “You, Juliet? Juliet!”I had not expected my best friend to react in that way. Actually, I was hoping for some understanding from her. I kept quiet and when she sensed my displeasure, she lowered her voice and said, “You don’t like it?”“I don’t like it.” I answered. “I don’t like talking.”“Are you going to ‘curse’ anyone in the script?”“No. I’ll be following the script. No worries.”“Then it shall be fine.” Landy replied. “You will enjoy yourself. After all, Jacky is Romeo. It will create a romantic-”“Landy!” I cut her. “Don’t start!”My grandmother came out of her room and stared at both of us with her eyebrows lowered. She was three-quarters blind. She hobbled towards the kitchen with the help of her walking stick and muttered, “Is that Landy?” she did not wait for Landy to answer. “It’s late. Landy, don’t you have to work tomorrow?”“Tomorrow is my day off, granny. I’m going to have a nice, long chat with Joan-, I mean, Juliet!” Landy exclaimed and we broke into a string of laughter. I helped my grandmother to the toilet and then back to her room. When we were alone once more, Landy persisted, “That Jacky seems to be interested in you, Joanna.”“Don’t give a damn. I will never like him, period.” “Let’s try to analyze what he meant when he said he wanted to help you.”With that, our girls’ talk lasted for more than three hours before we slept. And yes, you’ve guessed it; we did not come to any conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to get a theme song for our play.Almost everyone had his or her own views. Some preferred love songs whereas others preferred classics. A few of us even thought that including a song in the play was a bad idea. After an intense discussion, we decided to browse through HMV at The Heeren to see if we could find a suitable song.When we reached the place, everyone else rushed into HMV as if they were children at Toys’R’Us. I sat at the edge of a fountain outside HMV. To my surprise, Jacky did not go in as well. He sat beside me and grinned. “Not going in?” I shook my head. The loud music inside the store always gave me headaches.“Well, me too. Bad for the ears.” He said, slapping his ears. Then he laughed at his own joke. “Well then, I’ve dug out another secret of yours. Secret number ninety-one of Joanna Fung: She does not like music stores. It’s the same secret as mine. I don’t like music stores as well.” “Good for you.” “Then how did you get your music CDs?” “Through a friend.” Notice the friend was singular. I have only one friend and her name is Landy. “Okay, great, secret number ninety-two of Joanna Fung: She does have friends outside Junior College! That’s good! That’s very good! That’s damn really freaking good!”“It’s not funny.” I mumbled and darted my eyes up. “I’m going up to the Adidas Shop to have a look.” “Count me in.” We went up and browsed for about ten minutes then met up with our classmates. They had all decided on a theme song. It was Only Love by Trademark. Jacky and I both agreed on that as well.We all went back to school that evening for another round of rehearsal. The play was due in three months’ time. For the first time, we did the entire play without an N.G. The song was played first, and then it faded out as I entered the scene to witness an unconscious Jacky on the floor. I walked slowly towards him and sat beside him, my tears dripping (the magical eye drops).“Romeo… no… cannot be… you cannot die one…” I pressed my head to his chest and I could hear his heart beating. “You promise me so many things… so many things! You must not die… open your eyes leh…” I tightened my grip and then yelled aloud, “No!”The song played again for a while. When it faded away, I held up the cup of poison beside me and said, “What for I live when you die already…? If you die, I also die then!” Then I gulped down the ‘poison’ (it was chestnut water) and within the same second, I shook my head gently and lost my balance.The chorus of the song played for a minute or so, loudly. Behind my closed eyes, I could feel Jacky moving a little, and then his voice came. “Juliet? Juliet! Juliet?!” He must have found out about the poison when he groaned, “No, Juliet…” I knew he had stabbed himself when he slumped onto my back.Now I knew why he volunteered to be Romeo. He only needed to memorize two words and got to lie on a pretty girl’s back. Smart guy.&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/1951981564839264044-6361895422216623374?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6361895422216623374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=6361895422216623374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6361895422216623374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6361895422216623374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-believe-you-chapter-2-when-i-reached.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1714492370161287140</id><published>2008-08-29T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T18:00:12.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok guys over the next few weeks i am gonna post a story called I believe you.Its a nice story so plz enjoy. now i'm gonna post the first 2 chapters.(they are in the order that chapter 2 comes first b4 chapter 1)and the story is abit vulgar XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Believe You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;I had never expected my first day of school to be so interesting. It would take at least an hour for the bus to arrive at my new school, National Junior College. I had brought along only a small bag that contained a few pieces of blank paper, a pencil case and a Discman. I presumed the teachers would not teach us anything on the first day of school. After all, they claimed that today was supposed to be an “Orientation Day”. I was really not looking forward to it. In fact, I dreaded it. I managed to find a seat in the crowded bus. Most of the passengers were students in their tucked-out uniforms. When the bus started moving, I closed my eyes, ready to sleep through the hour-odd ride that would take me all the way from Boon Lay to Bukit Timah.“Hey, hello!” someone in the standing crowd yelled. I woke up from my dazed dreams and looked up. A guy standing near the entrance smiled at me. He was wearing the same uniform as mine. “Hello!” he yelled again. Almost all the passengers looked at me. The bus was at Bukit Batok road, which meant it was still pretty far from National Junior College. On closer scrutiny, I realized it was Jacky Wu, one of my secondary schoolmates. I did not reply. Instead, I searched for my Discman, acting as if I did not hear him.“Hello to the girl searching for something in her bag!” Jacky shouted again. This time, a few passengers giggled. I kept my head low and finally found my Discman. Without hesitation, I capped the earphones onto my ears. “Hello to the girl listening to a Discman!” he continued. I pressed the ‘play’ key continuously but no sound came out from the earphones. “Hello to the girl wearing the same uniform as me!” he pressed on. The batteries must have run out of juice. Not now! “Hello to the girl wearing glasses! Hello! Hello! Hello!” Almost all the passengers were waiting for me to acknowledge Jacky.“Hello to Joanna!” He finally said my name. I knew there was only one way to shut him up and put an end to my embarrassment. I smiled at him. He seemed pleased and never said anything anymore.The bumpy journey went on for another thirty minutes. He alighted at the same stop as me, but I was quick enough to evade him and dashed to the main gate of the school as fast as I could.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;I did not know Jacky that well. In fact, we had only held one conversation when we were in secondary school, and it lasted for less than three minutes. We were never in the same class.Jacky was one of the popular guys in school. He is handsome and can crack jokes really well. Many girls drooled over him, but the rumour was that he did not have a steady girlfriend. One day, when we were in Secondary Three, Jacky was invited on stage to crack a joke during an assembly period. If he could get everyone to laugh, he would win a prize. He thought for a while before he said, “There was once a …” I was not listening to him. I was totally lost in my own thoughts. When he finished his joke, there was a long period of silence. Suddenly the hall exploded into ripples of laughter. My classmates around me laughed like mad people. Even the teachers laughed out loud. I frowned, unable to fathom what kind of joke could set everyone laughing so insanely.When the laughter subsided, a teacher was about to pass Jacky a prize when he declined to take it. “Someone didn’t laugh.” He announced. For no logical reason, the audience laughed again. He pointed to my direction and proclaimed, “That girl didn’t laugh.” I glanced around me, hoping he was not referring to me.“Which girl?” the teacher asked, looking around.“That girl with the glasses and long hair.”The teacher scrutinized all the students in my direction. “You mean the girl with tied up hair?”“Yeah, that’s the one. She never laughs!”I clenched my hand into a fist. How can a big guy like him be so petty?“Joanna!” the teacher said. “You didn’t laugh?”I kept quiet. To have my name called out in an assembly did not feel good. “Joanna, can you please wake up from your dreams and laugh at my joke?” Jacky uttered and some people giggled loudly. “I beg you.”My classmates urged me to stand up. Feeling the pressure and the lack of time to think of anything else, I stood up and said sarcastically, “Ha, ha, ha.” Then I sat down and buried my head under my hands.Everyone laughed out loud at my scornful remarks. I promised never to forgive that Jacky Wu for embarrassing me in front of three hundred people.After school that day, he came forward and apologized. “Hey, I’m sorry about just now. Was just trying to create some comical effects. I hope you’re not offended?”I shook my head.“Jacky Wu.” He introduced himself.“I know. The famous and arrogant Jacky Wu.” I had not expected myself to say that. “Joanna. Joanna Fung.”“I never expected myself to be arrogant. But famous? I agree on that.” He beamed. “Are you always so introverted and… unfriendly?”“Unfriendly?” I glared at him. “I never expected myself to be unfriendly, Jacky.” I walked off quickly, not wanting to continue the conversation. “But you’ve got like… no friends at all!” I did hear his reply, but I acted as if I did not hear it. I continued to walk off. In fact, what he said was true. I had classmates but I had like… no friends at all. Except for one. Just one.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there was no way for me to completely avoid Jacky in National Junior College. He was everywhere. I had tried all means to avoid him but my efforts were futile. “Hey, Joanna. What a coincidence! We’re going to be schoolmates for the next two years as well!”“Yeah.” I replied.“What class are you in?”“03A20”“Oh my gosh!” he covered his mouth and jumped around like a madman. “We’re in the same class! Can you believe it!? Jacky and Joanna in the same class! How cool is that?” He sounded really mad. I was imagining how a monkey would blend into my class. The bell rang soon after that. We strolled towards the hall and searched for our class number. He offered to sit beside me. I glared at him but he just smiled. I had no reason to reject him therefore I agreed to it.Firstly the principal spoke to us on the history of the school, then several departmental heads of the school took turns to tell us more about the school. We were, by then, trying hard to keep our eyes open. When they were done, we sang the school’s song with the lyrics in front of us.“Okay, as you all know, we’re going to have an orientation program for these first few days…” a teacher announced. “It’s going to be fun.” Jacky whispered to me. “I’ve got a friend in J2. He told me it’s gonna be very exciting.” When I heard what he said, I regretted not skipping school today. We were led to the field class by class just like in primary school. Jacky kept on telling me how excited he was.“Junior College life is going to be one of the best!” he blurted on. “You’re going to enjoy it, it’s unlike secondary school! There’re more freedom, homework are called tutorials, the teachers are called-”“Sorry, Jacky…” I turned to him. “Would you please… shut up?” He just laughed it off and talked to other people, not feeling offended. But I felt something. I went to the toilet after that to wash off my tears. I had just asked Jacky to shut up. I had just scolded Jacky.I had just cursed Jacky. Oh, damn it. What the hell had I done? I should just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~&lt;br /&gt;The objective of the first game we played was to remember each other’s name. Water balloons were thrown at students who forgot others’ names. After an hour, we were able to remember the name of every classmate. The next game was played with the aim of “recognizing voices”.The boys and girls were separated. A curtain partitioned them, and when a girl spoke, the boys had to guess who the girl was. After a few rounds, I was chosen to say something for the boys to guess.“Come on, say something! A joke, or something like that!” the seniors urged me.I did not know what to say, so I just muttered, “Ha, ha, ha.”Almost instantly, I heard Jacky’s voice on the other side. “It’s Joanna! Joanna Fung, that thin girl!”Ah, that bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/1951981564839264044-1714492370161287140?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1714492370161287140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1714492370161287140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1714492370161287140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1714492370161287140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-guys-over-next-few-weeks-i-am-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-7794200961287618817</id><published>2008-08-25T15:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T15:54:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok now im gonna post abt today. omg today was CRAZY!! wth... me and my friends were like playing catching and i think we accidentally hit the side of our partially broken door...the door split open and we were like omfg and WTF!!?? and my friends were like trying desperately to fix it...using tape WTF??!! Here are the photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJihDLG9pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZElE3cd9yBA/s1600-h/broken+door.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJihDLG9pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZElE3cd9yBA/s320/broken+door.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238357636512413330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....the door looks split open and fairly retarded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJkIgkwqhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SfWAilr6K3Y/s1600-h/door+on+the+floor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJkIgkwqhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/SfWAilr6K3Y/s320/door+on+the+floor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238359413931158034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... my seemingly retarded friends put the door on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJkdhiYbTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pFoCsiuuZGM/s1600-h/idiot+means+of+preventing+the+door+from+falling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJkdhiYbTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/pFoCsiuuZGM/s320/idiot+means+of+preventing+the+door+from+falling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238359774966869298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL??!! ok this is seriously crazy...my friends put the wood pieces there to prevent the door from falling...WTF!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-7794200961287618817?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/7794200961287618817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=7794200961287618817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7794200961287618817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7794200961287618817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-now-im-gonna-post-abt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WO_xiIx7kwk/SLJihDLG9pI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ZElE3cd9yBA/s72-c/broken+door.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951981564839264044.post-11901597861330265</id><published>2008-08-23T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:30:59.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now im gonna post on friday. omg friday was crazy. npcc training was nuts!! we had like over 10 ncos scolding us lerh. training was like 3 hours and 1hr was used scolding us and the rest was pumpings. we had uniform check and like half of the squad had screwed up la. den we kept goin in to pumping and recovering... so my ncos were like 'up! down! up! down!" &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;wth &lt;/span&gt;. den we stone there without fidgiting for like damn bloody long.den when we stone at the concourse for damn bloody long. den when they want up to sedia, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;. one ny ncos saw my eyes looking to the left and not the front... coz i was looking at the group of SCGS gals.. LOL !!  XD then this was the fun part lol. all my ncos abt 10+ of them started to act cool liao lar... all scream damn bloody loud and want to haolian their strength wtf!! den i think i saw the girls giggling and staring at us &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;??!! den my ncos act sae even more lol and scream damn loud. they compete their voices with the rain and each  other LOL!! haha... den when the girls go liao den they return to normal LOL??!! xD wah den i pump until no strength. total like 300++ pumps plus 30 minms in pumping and holding in pumping down position lol. go home i cant even go one standard pump &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;!!??&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-11901597861330265?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/11901597861330265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=11901597861330265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/11901597861330265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/11901597861330265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-im-gonna-post-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-3748315329982471753</id><published>2008-08-19T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:19:26.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i noe i hav not been posting for a long time. now im gonna post about my class's "destruction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/DSC00011.jpg" alt="screwed up broom" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as you can see here the broom is so screwed that it broke into half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/DSC00012.jpg" alt="cracked fan" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see carefully the is a crack on the cover of the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/DSC00013.jpg" alt="broken duster" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends took the duster and threw it around.... so part of it is screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/DSC00014.jpg" alt="broken door" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this door is freaking screwed.we play catching in my class and we slammed the door to prevent the catcher frm coming in and the door got screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-3748315329982471753?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3748315329982471753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=3748315329982471753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3748315329982471753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3748315329982471753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-i-noe-i-hav-not-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-2706675164708997734</id><published>2008-08-14T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:05:27.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mondayy:&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MINI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class gathering. so bloody mini that there were onli 8 of us... me nick chen you alina sam colin chong wei and shirley. i reached the sweet talk at hougang mall first. disturbed nick while waiting and calling him to faster reach there. lata when all of us reached we had lunch in mcdonald. den we went amk hub go buy movie tickets. we reached there like 1+ and we had to buy movie tickets that start at 4.45...lol den walk around amk hub and play truth or dare...lol damn boliao.4.45 watched movie with chen you adding in dumb comments. movie not bad quite funny. at the last part when the mother died i wa like going to sleep liao when nick woke me up...............with his cries   LOL!!! that part not sad at all luhhs... or maybe i too coldhearted??!!! the girls cried aso except for sam i think... reached home 8++ eat dinner liao go study history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the next post...i shall post abt the war-like state of my classroom and the things that we had broken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-6993726721636766867</id><published>2008-08-09T09:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:10:01.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it has been a long time since i posted.Had national day celebration yesterday.I damn lucky i no&lt;br /&gt;need to stand there at the field.two of my squad mates had to stone there XD. i had my last IS lesson with a teacher a few weeks ago.Now i have another teacher... i shall post the pictures that we took on the last day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/?action=view&amp;current=2695403973_a5d723a5c2_b2-1-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee58/kronos15295/2695403973_a5d723a5c2_b2-1-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes i noe i look like some kind of crazy retard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-6993726721636766867?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6993726721636766867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=6993726721636766867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6993726721636766867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6993726721636766867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-it-has-been-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-8718934978311788176</id><published>2008-08-06T17:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:32:18.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heyy guys look here! erm actually is 4 de gals onli XD.erm some of you all noe huimin...yeah she started selling shirts and stuff on her blog and she wanted me to advertise... so if you like you can go there visit la...but i dun think the guys wan la coz erm all the things are 4 girls... the url is &lt;a href="http://shop-withhlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://shop-withhlove.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&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/1951981564839264044-8718934978311788176?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8718934978311788176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=8718934978311788176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8718934978311788176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8718934978311788176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyy-guys-look-here-erm-actually-is-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-6081540602091871574</id><published>2008-07-26T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:06:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nice song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAbcgmwq3EU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XAbcgmwq3EU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-6081540602091871574?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6081540602091871574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=6081540602091871574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6081540602091871574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6081540602091871574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/07/nice-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-8712757805921146225</id><published>2008-07-20T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:29:20.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah i so long nvr post liao. everyday no time de .now finallyy  can post. last fridae was NPCC service dayy. briefing like until 4++ den walk around to spread the msg of crime prevention in the area. i sibei suayy lar i nid to go until west coronation road...so freaking far and cannot take bus aso.we all walk like45 mins lor. on the way me and another sec 2 guy fool around larr.like throwing de crime prevention booklets over the wall of  rich ppl house. the ppl the damn rich sia all their house big big one de, some even got everyting glass. still got one guy even more pro his house put like 7 or 8 cars lar and his door open big big.so we all throw more of the crime prevention booklets inside lor. by the time we all reach the west coronation already time to go back liao. In the end we all go back walk shortcut. wah like climb mountain like that. bloody crap lar the stupid long grass go scratch my boot polish off den the boots screw lik siao. den saturday i spent like the whole morning redoing the boot lar. took me like 1 hour plus den the polish start cracking... damn sian diao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-8712757805921146225?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8712757805921146225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=8712757805921146225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8712757805921146225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8712757805921146225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/07/wah-i-so-long-nvr-post-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-643176234156375079</id><published>2008-07-07T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:02:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok guys i have change my blogskins, but i accidentally deleted the links so can u all kindly post them at the tagboard ...thx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-643176234156375079?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/643176234156375079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=643176234156375079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/643176234156375079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/643176234156375079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-guys-i-have-change-my-blogskins-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1428183400584576873</id><published>2008-06-28T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:55:57.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This post is about yeaterday ar. morning damn boring sia got the dunno wad current affairs discussion abt test papers being too difficult or someting like that. After that got history damn sian and got drama after recess. drama was crap lar i din even noe waht the drama teacher was saying. Say dunno wad must remember all the chinese poems or what crap. After school me and and my classmate went to poolside to eat. den after dat we went back to SALT centre to change into our somewhat retarded uniforms. Den we got muster parade... stone there for like 20 mins++ and recite the NP pledge. den they give out letters of commendation or something like that. We were still stoning la. den one the sec 3 i think made a mistake when receiving a letter. all my NCOs we stifling their laughs although they were sopposed to stone there. After that, we finally receive our total defence badges. we drill like for 45 mins and keep getting pump lar. :X after that we learn the basic parts of a tent. den went home. reach home like 8 plus liao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1428183400584576873?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1428183400584576873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1428183400584576873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1428183400584576873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1428183400584576873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-post-is-about-yeaterday-ar.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-6926718597196153193</id><published>2008-06-23T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T15:52:31.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will be doing Kelvins friend quiz thingy lol. Seems like i tio sabo by him sia.so sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now.Don't read the questions until you've  named the 20 people.At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.It's not in  order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay...i will be randomly picking out your names ar so anything happen dun hold my ass responsible!!XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kelvin (haha looks like i saboing u back lol)&lt;br /&gt;2.Aloysius&lt;br /&gt;3.Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;4.Regina&lt;br /&gt;5.Alina&lt;br /&gt;6.Kai Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.Samantha&lt;br /&gt;8.Xinde&lt;br /&gt;9.Zhen Cheng&lt;br /&gt;10.Jing Wen&lt;br /&gt;11.Ren Xiang&lt;br /&gt;12.Jia Wen&lt;br /&gt;13.Eddie&lt;br /&gt;14.Fu Jie&lt;br /&gt;15.Kuan Chun&lt;br /&gt;16.Yew Hui&lt;br /&gt;17.Jazin&lt;br /&gt;18.Chen You&lt;br /&gt;19.Shirley&lt;br /&gt;20.Colin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;br /&gt;we met when we came in P3-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno... one less friend and science genius in the class??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if 9 and 20 dated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG!!!!Are thay gay?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will 6 and 17 date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;OMG??!! No way they worse enemies!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 3.&lt;br /&gt;He a good friend and a fun-loving guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe 7.&lt;br /&gt;This is hard...She is a sporty girl that likes to hang out with Nicholas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any of 12's family members?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! His cousin is Aloysius Leow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;br /&gt;Mainly Chinese.. abit less English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;This question i seriously dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is 16?&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you spoke to 13?&lt;br /&gt;The bbq lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's 2's favaourite band/singer?&lt;br /&gt;Look at him so emo. I can bet is mychemicalromance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;br /&gt;i am lost for words...NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;br /&gt;trust you to ask this kind of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite thing of 5?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno? i not even close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 2 naked?&lt;br /&gt;i am not some kind of perverted bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 5 ppl to do this quiz&lt;br /&gt;1.Jing Wen&lt;br /&gt;2.Alina&lt;br /&gt;3.Colin&lt;br /&gt;4.Kai Jun&lt;br /&gt;5.Fang Yuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1951981564839264044-6926718597196153193?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6926718597196153193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=6926718597196153193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6926718597196153193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6926718597196153193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-will-be-doing-kelvins-friend-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-8991334378010322917</id><published>2008-06-11T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:42:36.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQlgA68z_L4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQlgA68z_L4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha this is the video which kelvin ut up but i think his is abit too big lol you can watch this hundred times and still laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-8991334378010322917?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/8991334378010322917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=8991334378010322917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8991334378010322917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/8991334378010322917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha-this-is-video-which-kelvin-ut-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-438220008576271541</id><published>2008-05-15T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:50:41.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My class has this guy and omg he is sort of a retard! He is blur and sleeps in class and his grades are like crappy. He is freaky as he he attacks us, his classmates for no reason lar. Now my whole class is like shunning him...juz hope he get out of this school...&lt;br /&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/1951981564839264044-438220008576271541?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/438220008576271541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=438220008576271541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/438220008576271541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/438220008576271541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-class-has-this-guy-and-omg-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-116697979291015793</id><published>2008-04-05T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:26:01.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys go tag my new blog!:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trickyourfriend.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;source of amusement!:D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-116697979291015793?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/116697979291015793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=116697979291015793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/116697979291015793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/116697979291015793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-guys-go-tag-my-new-blogd-source-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1904505884108927806</id><published>2008-03-26T09:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:51:18.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tuesday was a sian dae.woke up ate breakfast and went to school.in the morning we had reading period la and we were reading newspapers.There was a person sitting next to me but i wun sae hu la. we were sharing newspapers.After i read the main section, i told him that i would be taking out one page to do my "jian bao". he said no den i realised dat he havent read yet so i offered to let him read and passed the page to him.bcoz the reading period was not up yet so i proceeded to take another section. he held on tightly to the other pieces on newspaper and said no. he said dat i din "wei bie ren zhao xiang" and would not let me read them . stubborn right!?? daaen i told him that the newspaper was not onli paid by him. i also paid my share of the newspaper.he still said no. let me ask all of you how can a person of such personality be in chs??!!So wat if he was rich and can afford everything??!! In the end i got the page that i wanted from another friend whom i would not name also. And thanks 4 de newspaper buddy!! The person whom i mentioned who did not want me to have the newspaper, u noe who you are and i let u have a chance to change one chance mind u ! I have a limit to my patience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1904505884108927806?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1904505884108927806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1904505884108927806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1904505884108927806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1904505884108927806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/03/tuesday-was-sian-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-2854133210806527613</id><published>2008-03-23T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:53:03.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thursdae was founders dae in our school lol.Woke up early like 5.15am and qiong to school.Quite a boring dae.we at in de auditorium for like 3 hours and watched videos acted out by the chinese drama club abt the founding of our school.&lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY BORING! &lt;/strong&gt;and i was like toking to my friend all the while. they made us sit so long and was damn sian. after that me and my group still had to discuss about the dumb project.super uneventful dae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-2854133210806527613?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/2854133210806527613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=2854133210806527613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/2854133210806527613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/2854133210806527613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/03/thursdae-was-founders-dae-in-our-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1685844452619862547</id><published>2008-01-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:47:42.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wow! i did not realise dat i have not been posting fer such a long time. Sec school got so much homework, no time to post. I guess u guys aso hav alot of homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 2dae damn suay...lol. In the morning , i boarded the bus wif aloysius.Normally de both of us would sit on de top of the double decker bus. 2dae, there was one old man who was standing on the steps. Mind you on the steps!!He was like blocking us and he stank of urine!! (yeah me and aloy were like wad de fcuk!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few stops latr he climbed up the bus and sat down in front of me and aloy and he stank up the whole FREAKING bus.I was like wad de mothe*******. I wanted to change place but that stupid aloy sae dat the old man will noe... So what!!!! Luckily, he alighted a few stops later (thank god :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1685844452619862547?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1685844452619862547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1685844452619862547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1685844452619862547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1685844452619862547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-i-did-not-realise-dat-i-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1211002067556832893</id><published>2007-12-12T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:20:25.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol finally i can use internet...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1211002067556832893?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1211002067556832893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1211002067556832893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1211002067556832893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1211002067556832893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/12/lol-finally-i-can-use-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-105457564186821918</id><published>2007-11-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:30:36.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe.i have'nt bin post 4 abt 1 month. srry abt that.Well we had selected our whimsical moment song and we're nearly finishing the rehearsal.yep,it was quite boring though......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As those of u who have gone 2 play badminton on friday, u should noe dat my FREAKING racket broke into HALF!!!!!!!!!!  I was like WTF and wad de crappy crap.But it was funny though.Hehe...ROFLS.&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/1951981564839264044-105457564186821918?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/105457564186821918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=105457564186821918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/105457564186821918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/105457564186821918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/11/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-975330704383646386</id><published>2007-10-13T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:32:35.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha psle over now can relax......lets hope everyone gets good results fer psle on 22 november.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okok count down to publish me post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;98&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;96&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;93&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey you think i mad issit counting down from 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okok count down from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get ready 4 your surprise!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heres your surprise!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;countdown from 1000000!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i guess you must be mad!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-975330704383646386?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/975330704383646386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=975330704383646386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/975330704383646386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/975330704383646386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahaha-psle-over-now-can-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-4718630051672467637</id><published>2007-10-13T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:16:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wahahaha play badminton everyday muscle aching.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-4718630051672467637?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4718630051672467637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=4718630051672467637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/4718630051672467637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/4718630051672467637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/10/wahahaha-play-badminton-everyday-muscle.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-3303574861478709814</id><published>2007-10-09T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T11:45:24.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YES PSLE IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. PARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/1951981564839264044-3303574861478709814?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3303574861478709814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=3303574861478709814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3303574861478709814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3303574861478709814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes-psle-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-3908092512524176838</id><published>2007-10-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:18:00.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HaHA i am mad like shit 2morrow is PSLE i still using com HAHAS.Everyone &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK 4 PSLE&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/1951981564839264044-3908092512524176838?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/3908092512524176838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=3908092512524176838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3908092512524176838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/3908092512524176838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-i-am-mad-like-shit-2morrow-is-psle.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-7540450494338865145</id><published>2007-09-30T07:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:59:27.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;remember everyone must study hard 4 psle!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-7540450494338865145?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/7540450494338865145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=7540450494338865145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7540450494338865145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7540450494338865145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/remember-everyone-must-study-hard-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1500235589034937988</id><published>2007-09-29T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T08:52:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wah so long didnt post .aarrrggghhhh 5 more days to psle must study hard and study smart!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1500235589034937988?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1500235589034937988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1500235589034937988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1500235589034937988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1500235589034937988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/wah-so-long-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-4391533263927315774</id><published>2007-09-25T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:21:44.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wahahahaha i change blog skin again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-4391533263927315774?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/4391533263927315774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=4391533263927315774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/4391533263927315774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/4391533263927315774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/wahahahaha-i-change-blog-skin-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-6083132143261898884</id><published>2007-09-24T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:21:14.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lol 2dae so sianz....hahas let me tell all of eiu a story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one day i saw HIM i got irritated so i gave him a punch.He got angry and punched me back......I used all my strength and knocked him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;           The next day, he told the teacher abt wad had happened. The teacher asked me why i hit and i said dat he veri qian da.The teacher said ok and ask me go back.Den de teacher hit HIM and knocked him out.Hahaha i veri lame hor hahaha i am a lame ppl haha jus jokin hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-6083132143261898884?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/6083132143261898884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=6083132143261898884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6083132143261898884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/6083132143261898884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/lol-2dae-so-sianz.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-1274643447583981361</id><published>2007-09-22T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:23:33.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn it jazin get offended so easily den cry.he so fan ying chi dun i attack him once den he one whole mon later den cry hahahahahahaha. bloody arse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-1274643447583981361?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/1274643447583981361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=1274643447583981361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1274643447583981361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/1274643447583981361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/darn-it-jazin-get-offended-so-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1951981564839264044.post-7419450372614535938</id><published>2007-09-22T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:54:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haizzz so sianz nothin to do.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951981564839264044-7419450372614535938?l=cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/feeds/7419450372614535938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951981564839264044&amp;postID=7419450372614535938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7419450372614535938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951981564839264044/posts/default/7419450372614535938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cant-stop-thinking-of-her.blogspot.com/2007/09/haizzz-so-sianz-nothin-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Flamez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11002154115616781887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
