<?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-5438703</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:01:08.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Bits.And.Pieces.Of.My.Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>... see for yourself.. anything and everything i feel lyk putting in here will be here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106665198471964801</id><published>2003-10-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:16:41.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. made the move.   diary x.  *^^*. yay. i think i'll be blogging there for .. always. yupp. and well. unlike diaryland blogs, there you can choose to lock certain entries. yay. diaryx rcks. w00t. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whiteflag.diary-x.com"&gt;:: White Flag :: &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106665198471964801?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106665198471964801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106665198471964801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106665198471964801' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106655927098270627</id><published>2003-10-19T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T18:27:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;no matter what i've told myself, you've never left my heart. and i realise that the thoughts of you are etched too deeply on the tablet of my heart and the memories of you are stamped all over my life's journey. i cant take it any more u. do u know the effect you have on me... do you at all?  open your eyes and see the girl who would lay all else at your feet&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106655927098270627?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106655927098270627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106655927098270627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106655927098270627' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106640209368503884</id><published>2003-10-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T23:00:09.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>siigh. -feels sick- i think it's automatic. i &lt;B&gt; always&lt;/B&gt; feels sick before saturday.  haha. &lt;BR&gt; yesterday. thursday. first aid course. sucked. well. not realli. was quite funn actually. just a bit sto0pid. our instructor was nice.. examinor was weird. bwaha. stupid. it's fun being in bandages. realli. well. this sounds oddly familiar. OH. i blogged abt this. and mi comp hung on me. abt expected... actuallllli. it hasn't hung on me for quite some time. ^_~. weird. niwaeeee. yea. we passed. i think abt everyone passed. yitian's examinor was particularly interesting i would say. lol. eager to get home indeed. and pontianaks. eh. *^^*  well. then after that. decided to pon netball training. i rawk. (= uhh. walked around.... *drumroll*... &lt;B&gt;POPULAR&lt;/B&gt;. talk about boredom. boliaoness. siiigh. yeah. wahax. decided to go home. uhh. missed one train on purpose first. boreeedom rmbr? =D then.. yeah went home. plonked down in front of the comp. weirdiness. and then zhi wen called. O_o. daddddyyyy. WAHAx. uhh. went to dunman high. [arrrrgggghhhhhhh] nvm. -angelic smile- so much for supporting them. vell. suppose you could 'support' even if you were like outside the fence yah? *^^*     well. after their two games, which meant we were waiting outside the school for more than an hour, btw. uhh. we all got on the bus. all for some of us to get off one stop away. LOl. walked to the next busstop and get onto another bus. funnnay. 12. went to whitesands... for. uhh. 'dinner'. yupp. mummmmmmy daddddyyyy. fweeee. well. they both don't mind. &lt;B&gt;***i &lt;I&gt;think&lt;/I&gt;***&lt;/B&gt; whee. parents are naaaggggggggyyy. w00ts. uhh. then we went to the library. which was pretty interesting, personally. ;P yeaaa. and then hooome. uhh. at 9. oops. =P. yeah. bleh.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106640209368503884?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106640209368503884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106640209368503884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640209368503884' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106637108703119357</id><published>2003-10-17T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T14:11:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am falling down&lt;br /&gt;Try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;You can watch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106637108703119357?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106637108703119357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106637108703119357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106637108703119357' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106636911464941701</id><published>2003-10-17T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:38:34.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know, I know I've let you down. I've been a fool to myself. I thought that I could live for no one else. But now through all the hurt and pain, It's time for me to respect the ones you love mean more than anything. So with sadness in my heart, I feel the best thing I could do is end it all and leave forever. what's done is done, it feels so bad. what once was happy now is sad. I'll never love again, my world is ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back time. 'cause now the guilt is all mine. can't live without the trust from those you love.. I know we can't forget the past. you can't forget love and pride. because of that it's killing me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all returns to nothing, it all comes. tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down, it all returns to nothing, I just keep letting me down, letting me down, letting me down. In my heart of hearts, I know that I could never love again. I've lost everything, everything. everything. that matters to me, matter in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could turn back time. 'cause now the guilt is all mine. can't live without the trust from those you love. I know we can't forget the past. you can't forget love and pride. because of that, it's killing me inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all returns to nothing, it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106636911464941701?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106636911464941701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106636911464941701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106636911464941701' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106631712776538151</id><published>2003-10-16T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T16:14:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt; i . am . going . to . blog &lt;/B&gt; &lt;I&gt; yes, that was determination&lt;/I&gt; &lt;BR&gt; sigh. let's see how much i can blog. &lt;BR&gt; this is amusing. proof of exactly how sto0pid kenneth tan is. "you are allowed to come to school in PE shirt and colloids" - INET. for god's sake. it's CULOTTES. colloids... are stuff to do with chem. and suspensions. and solutions. and chem. and toe and me at popular. ... laterrr.  listening to clay. yesh. clay aiken. be shocked. laterr. &lt;BR&gt; sigh. i shalt blog from .. monday. wow. four days. sigh. i will survive. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;MONDAY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. went to skool.. for speech and drama stuff.. and netball training. fack. well. errrrm. let's say... before s and d.. we were supposed to attend assembly. at the parade ground. and .. none of us wanted to. so instead of standing for like 10 mins.. we ended up taking a looong walk around the skool. as in, outside the skool compound. yupp. and we were walking out like when all the prefects were already like assembling at the front. and then right outside .. ms ng got out of a taxi. and she was like wat are you ppl doing here. yeah. and so was really funny. and we walk on. and who do i spot. deborah tan. yeshh. how fuunnnn. and she was like quite far away. and we slowed down.. walking really slowly. i think she would have wanted to uh speak to us.. but we were too far. fwee.   um. speech and drama. we were supposed to be watching grease. well. i was supposed to. i got sick of it after the first disc. read after that. [shields head from one-eleveners] then eh. netball. ouch. seriously you can only spend so much time in the same position looking up at the damned net before your neck hurts like hell. *thanx jingli* pokk. yeah. and i'm going to dieee. i've been practising on the bball court. ie. the basketball hoop. without the board. but nevertheless. the bball hoop is a lot bigger than  the netball hoop. and the board.. gives u a sense of focus in some way.       now i cant rmbr wat else i did. i think i went home. ...... -shrug- wait. no. met dunmanians. went darr's hse. played capt ball. yea. that's... all i can rmbr. OH. we went to parkway first. and...erm. they met their teachers there. at mph. and ran out squealing. wat can i say. i was behind them, look of bewilderment on face. siigh. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. lazed around at home the whole day. doing......... nothing much. let see.... they went ice-skating. and i.... didn't feel like going. i dunno. i think i went crazy. but anyway. so i didn't go. and i read. the whole day. as in like.. i didn't quite use the comp. i just .. READ. oh vell. yeah. &lt;BR&gt;bweah. i din noe tuesday was so boring. i could have been out but noo  i was at home reading the whole day. loser. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;U&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/U&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. went skool for.. sec 4 farewell. sto0pid waste of time if i may say. but yeah. supposed to be two hours.. we got off at 900. so ... went to.. um. amanda's house. i noe i was with someone.. but now i can't rmbr. :| . 'twas either toe or meera. or maybe not. &lt;I&gt; is my memory that horrible???&lt;/i&gt; nooo. i was with simran. coz toe was gg out. and meera was staying back for the sto0pid script for s and d. yupp. =D. so anyway. the void deck. cz it was raining. and eh. we sorta broke one of those lighty tubey thingy. oh. i had tom,*hutututu with a pottu*, and harry on my arm. and my fingers. jinx them. humph. then went to the basketball courts... play for coupleof hours.. till abt 1. amanda had to go off ...for training, zhiwen to ...dunno where..and sandra *:|* was.. going off. blah. and yun yuan for training. so. ...... i went hommmeeee. the rest of them apparently went off to yuhui's hse. siigggh. bath.. uh. practise guitar. vell. ended up sleeping. &gt;.&lt;     (=   zen went for guitar... which well. sucked. 'twas cold. as usual. that studio is officially the coldest place i go to regularly. so anyyyway. after that... went back to the court at amanda's hse. sandra and audrey weren't there. *nodd* some friends of zhiwen's were. -no. i'm not implying anything- daryl.. and jon au yong. yea. -amused- but anyyyway. played... for quite a short while. siigh. darren losti his phone. bleh. so we... searched. and.. latterr. all left one by one. mark and me left. waited for amanda. followed her up to her house then dragged her along to interchange. oh. sniffed glue. YUCk. warning: do not ever buy craft glue from spotlight. euck. took 291. went for dinner. bleh. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t. i'm done. thursday in a new entry. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106631712776538151?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106631712776538151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106631712776538151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631712776538151' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106614269854303059</id><published>2003-10-14T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:44:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i didn't want to blog.. but..........&lt;BR&gt; crappe. the whole of today. wait. today's tuesday. i thot it was sunday. ok nvm. ummmm. &lt;BR&gt; ack. okie. i &lt;I&gt;really&lt;/I&gt; dun feel like blogging........... so um. tomoro. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;We'll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;We'll see the same stars&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;::regret courses through her body. and she wished it would stop. to end it all::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106614269854303059?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106614269854303059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106614269854303059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614269854303059' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106614196833344791</id><published>2003-10-14T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:32:48.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106614196833344791?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106614196833344791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106614196833344791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614196833344791' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106610853732338748</id><published>2003-10-14T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T13:15:37.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though far away I know you listen&lt;br /&gt;The stormy night will seem to glisten.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds that part let light shine through&lt;br /&gt;But all I seem to think of is you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Though life is mortal, love is not. Do not play with broken hearts.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106610853732338748?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106610853732338748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106610853732338748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106610853732338748' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106596693641061427</id><published>2003-10-12T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:55:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i noe the links aren't updated but ... let's just say it won't be up so soon. -is compiling a whole list of links- &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; it's been a rainy after noon. now i'm staring at the moon&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; sigh. i feel like doing it again. all over again. for the pain. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106596693641061427?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106596693641061427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106596693641061427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106596693641061427' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106596106633130461</id><published>2003-10-12T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T20:17:46.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have decided to update my links.   congratulate me. &lt;BR&gt; and tag with your url if you want me to link you. coz i might forget. and tell me to remove it if you don't want it linked. coz i noe how frustrating it is to have your link all over when you don't want it to be there. fwee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106596106633130461?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106596106633130461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106596106633130461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106596106633130461' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106594077135810149</id><published>2003-10-12T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:39:30.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could it be yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I coulda swore the same thing&lt;br /&gt;happened just the other day&lt;br /&gt;Put on the spot&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I gonna say&lt;br /&gt;If I tell them who you are will they think that I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;Do I really care?&lt;br /&gt;Well yes and no, maybe so&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if they don't think you're real how will they ever know&lt;br /&gt;So I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even if they laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't change a thing about what I believe (what I believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what it takes&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who it shakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it your way&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm afraid, don't wanna make you look fake&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything it's not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel secure&lt;br /&gt;You've given me your word and&lt;br /&gt;now I know I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;I was so messed up&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel you turned around&lt;br /&gt;my fate&lt;br /&gt;When I thought you were just&lt;br /&gt;something up in outer space&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the case&lt;br /&gt;You're more real to me&lt;br /&gt;Than what they make you out&lt;br /&gt;to be on TV&lt;br /&gt;Can you turn me up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know we're getting serious&lt;br /&gt;When we talk about the invisible&lt;br /&gt;it's so clear to us (so clear to us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what it takes&lt;br /&gt;I don't care who it shakes&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it your way&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm afraid, don't wanna make you look fake&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything it's not about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106594077135810149?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106594077135810149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106594077135810149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594077135810149' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106593683508035025</id><published>2003-10-12T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:36:49.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. my entry just disappeared. bweah. niwae. again. &lt;BR&gt; yesterday sto0pid first aid course. sucked. james sissy ong confiscated my book. thanx to nicole, nicolette, dawn... and me. we were praticing writing with our left hands. :$ well. cept for dawn. lol. &lt;BR&gt; anyway... i came straight home fter that. abit de amazing riiite. fwee. oh wait. meera i and shimram bought mrs field's first. ack. ack. ack. oh well. we ArE going to run 1.8 km on monday... so it's okie i suppose. sigh. and before that. pissing b****. f- pit. got booked. OUTSIDE SKOOL. along orchard road. for a damned PURPLE SCRUNCHIE. like. fuck off. despo idiot. tell you she's just desperate to book. bitch. it's like. you're with your frends after skool on a saturday having been forced back to skool. and still have to fo booking for offences like a PURPLE srunchie. i think i was pretty rude to her. hah. wateva. she was pretty lucky i din say anything to her face. sigh. the hatred some pits face. and some pits are nice. buti pretty much cant stand most of them. i mean shure sometimes you have to book coz there's either no way out or it's just too obvious. but for god's sake. ORCHARD ROAD. PURPLE SCRUNCHIE. and the only reason why i was wearing it was because my scurnchie was.. broken? geez. like so god damned loose it was either not wear it or still have my hair like spilling over my face. ie. letting it down. or a DAMNED PURPLE scruchie. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;wateva. skipped punjabi skool. came home.. messed arnd with the comp for awhile. went to sleep. at... 4? yeah. woke up at nine. someone insisted that i had to eat dinner so... -erk- then eh. was *supposed* to go back to sleep at 10. =D but ended up staying on the comp till like 2. yeahh.. then sleeeeep until this morning like 10 plus. fweeee. pure heaven. never knew sleep could be so good. loll. sto00000pid. tomoro have to wake up so * early. speech and drama at EIGHT in the morning. sigh. horrible people. humph. then after snd those in nball carn practising. suppose i'll stay arnd. oh wait. shucks. i have to as well?!?!?!? ack. -bish jingli- pokkkkk. sighsigh. nvm. =P jingli and weixian are meanie pokks. dun ask why. coz i said so. yupp. -nodd- so. bleh. okiiieeee. shalt be going.. to do wat.. i dunno. i gotta read harry potter [yes i'm proud of myself i'm on the second book!!!!! [hahaz] thankies snehhaaaaaa. and meeeeeeerrrra. fwee] or scavenger. i'm supposed to return it to weixian by wednesday. sigh. or mess with templates. found one really nice one i'm gonna mutilate and use. i *think*. so... yea. ciao. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;::her laughter rings... but she's torn within::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106593683508035025?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106593683508035025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106593683508035025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106593683508035025' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106579482943297701</id><published>2003-10-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:54:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-pissed- realli farnee mann.  oh well. shant allow my mood to be ruined. SHIT. i'm crying. fack. wateva. what do those mean ANYWAY. hah.&lt;BR&gt; shiokkk. shalt describe in not so great details about um. the after skool hours. yupp. first. the whole bunch of abt 30 one eleveners crossing the road and walking the busstop. then. poor priyaa had to leave. so now you have about 30 girls,  minus some extremely embarrassdppl [ie me and a few others] hiding behind some ppl, waving to priya on 105!!! gosh. i mean like only three ppl got on. and priya had this whole grp waving at her. poor her. the whole bus was either staring ar us or her. oh. the other two ppl who got on the bus were margie and vic. yupp. and then the whole bunch of us go to kfc at fareast. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; i'll continue this post sometime kae? really dun feel like blogging. ciao &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; ::and the pain in her heart stings::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106579482943297701?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106579482943297701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106579482943297701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106579482943297701' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106579309530167948</id><published>2003-10-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T21:38:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK OFF. i mean it. i'm sick of you. SICK AND TIRED of hearing about you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106579309530167948?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106579309530167948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106579309530167948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106579309530167948' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106575476839648419</id><published>2003-10-10T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T10:59:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;STATUS : &lt;S&gt; LAST EXAM&lt;/s&gt; OVER &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's done. over. my life's screwed up. but i won't have to care for abt a week more. yupp. sho funn. *prays for the poor kiddos in D446* yepp. i'm sho nice. oh well. it's only an hour and a half. muaha. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; suddenly feel unlike the me yesterday. feel sad. yeah. dunno larhs. fweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. simran's bored. we're in the shaw lab. and me and vidya are blogging. and simran was going to create a blog. until vidya reached over and turned her screen pink. and she din noe how to change it back. so she doesn't want to create a blog. and now she doesn't noe wat to do. and vidya told her to start studying geog for next. coz she's sick o last minute studying. LOLL. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; sigh. be back later. feeeelings. i'll go try to do templates. i suck. i'm such a cheat. ohwellllll. buh buaizzz. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; ::and a smile crept upon her face::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106575476839648419?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106575476839648419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106575476839648419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106575476839648419' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106570225349314963</id><published>2003-10-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T20:24:13.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAWD. this is the how-mani-est post today?!?! nvm. i think all my very motivational study stuff's coming a bit the tlate. but yea. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Ode to the EOYs. By ME. &lt;br /&gt;Every schooling year of lives&lt;br /&gt;We take this thing, the EOYs&lt;br /&gt;The educational instructors too&lt;br /&gt;They detest it just as we do&lt;br /&gt;We slack all day, through september&lt;br /&gt;Before we know it, it's right behind ya'&lt;br /&gt;Never sleeping, ever mugging&lt;br /&gt;Always wonder: how 'bout the marking&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes are getting sore&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are fun no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is propaganda used&lt;br /&gt;And why is Napoleon so obtuse?&lt;br /&gt;Mensuration, geometry, algebra&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how we're marred&lt;br /&gt;Ribosomes and centrioles&lt;br /&gt;Soon our nucleus will explode&lt;br /&gt;Must the Gupta be described&lt;br /&gt;In detail as the Tang scribes?&lt;br /&gt;Save the rainforests? I'd rather not&lt;br /&gt;Better die between a fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands are blistering, the whole day&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody get rid of these essays?&lt;br /&gt;I hate early October, so do you&lt;br /&gt;Stress relievers, J'en ai bu&lt;br /&gt;Can the law see this torture&lt;br /&gt;That we go through, for their laughter?&lt;br /&gt;We complain, our mouths open wide&lt;br /&gt;This hated thing, the EOYs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;::COURTESY OF JANE FOO::&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106570225349314963?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106570225349314963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106570225349314963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106570225349314963' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106569998194508612</id><published>2003-10-09T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T19:46:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something from weixian's sis' blog. cute!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am not studying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because : &lt;br /&gt;No Study = Fail ....................... ( I )&lt;br /&gt;Study = No Fail ...................... ( II )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Combining ( I ) &amp; ( II ) :&lt;br /&gt;( No Study + Study ) = ( No Fail + Fail )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Taking ( Study ) as a common factor in the left hand side&lt;br /&gt;And Taking ( Fail ) as a common factor in the right hand side:&lt;br /&gt;Study ( No + 1) = Fail (No + 1 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dividing both sides by ( No + 1)&lt;br /&gt;Study = Fail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I ADVISE YOU TO STOP STUDYING. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; fwee. nah. even then... ms ng's voice overpowers you. well not really coz if i did i wouldnt be here. but heck. fwee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106569998194508612?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569998194508612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569998194508612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106569998194508612' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106569401059344056</id><published>2003-10-09T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T18:06:50.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i'm back. ms NG just called. :| *freaked out* fwee. anyway. funnnyyy. yes. i'm supposed to be doing animal farm. SHHH. don't tell her. kabush. N.i.waaaaeeee. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million...oh&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million.. woa oh&lt;br /&gt;One..one..one..one..one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love can hit you everyday&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can fall for everyone you see&lt;br /&gt;But only one can really make me stay&lt;br /&gt;The sign, the one in the sky, has said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for that special one&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for someone to give me love&lt;br /&gt;When i thought that all the hope was gone&lt;br /&gt;A smile and there you were and i was gone&lt;br /&gt;I always will remember how i felt that day&lt;br /&gt;A feeling indescribable to me..yeah ea&lt;br /&gt;I always knew there was an answer for my prayer&lt;br /&gt;And you, your the one, the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning I was cool and everything was possible&lt;br /&gt;They tried to catch me but it was impossible&lt;br /&gt;No one could hurt me it was my game&lt;br /&gt;Until I met you baby and it wasn't the same&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't want me, I wanted you&lt;br /&gt;Because the funny thing about it is I like the show&lt;br /&gt;I like it when it's difficult I like it when it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Then you know it's worth it that you find your heart&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million&lt;br /&gt;Your once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You made me discover one of the stars above us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your one in a million... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; yup.  i think it's about one hour. i've been listening to it. anywayy. i've decided. &lt;B&gt;If you love somebody... you should tell them. Love all about the risk.&lt;/B&gt; yupp. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good advice. but usually ppl go against good advice riite. yupp. get my point. no. i'm not telling. though i wish i could fweeeee. i loooove yoooooouu. *reminds me of the time. nicole was around saying she loves everybody. oh well. * wahax. -amused-&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; and i hear ms ng's voice ringing in my head. whooops. buh buaizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106569401059344056?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569401059344056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569401059344056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106569401059344056' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106569063900206502</id><published>2003-10-09T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T17:10:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi. in a *good* mood. no bad.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i give up. sto0pid things. moods. feelings. emotions. wahahax. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bitchy lately. amanda agrees. oh welllll. she was angry with me yesterday. i was angry with her. gosh this is sto0pid. i sound like the great intellctual *nicolette* doh. lol&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; i realise my blog reveals a LOT  about me. if you read it... and you can relate just &lt;i&gt; little &lt;/i&gt; bits of it to ppl in my life.. you noe a lot. haha. the things i keep in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; listening to one in a million. over and over again. great song. well yeah. like you didn;t noe. haha. and then it makes me think of animal farm. F---. i realise i do have to read it at least twice. by 10. and it's five. f. wateva. so yeah. i've been doing thing i shouldn't be. sometimes i wonder. do i really keep my feelings to myself that well. coz it's really weird. but well. it's better... rite. hah. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; sometimes i get pissed. and upset. and .. i dunno.. jealous? riiite. over things i shouldn't be. wait. why not. if you think about i'm right. as in.. they would agree. if they ever saw it for themselves. put yourselves into me shoes. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; wahahax. and i go into ThAt mode again. lol. seriously.. i hardly mention names here. O_o. okaiiiiiiiee. i think i shalt go. makes you feel guilty when you've got animal farm right in front of your eyes. sto0pid. how did my most hated object end up so close to my *deareesssssst* computer. &lt;BR&gt; ahh. now i feel like talking about ze *plans* for tomro. how funn. so far. there's j8. eh. ice-skating. east coast. and erm. OH. orchard. cineleisure i suppose. or just erhm. nvm. you'd never want to noe... oh well. think girl guides urban hike.. zhiying.. jane, emz... along those lines. yea. bwaha. oh well. buh buaizz.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; *huggles you*&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; okie. seriously i'm in a good mood. i havent been like that for ages. fweeeeeee.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; oh. and i got a new diary already. tell you when's its ready.. riiite =D.  diary-x. fwee.        obviously i just don't want to leave the comp. wahax. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; :: and she dreams sweet dreams... dreams that will never be reality::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106569063900206502?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569063900206502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106569063900206502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106569063900206502' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106560617031672886</id><published>2003-10-08T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T17:43:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you were so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must you do this to yourself? why? is it because of stress? because of pressure? because of bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torturing your body doesn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, by cutting you get the adrenaline rush. do you know that each time you cut, you have to cut deeper to get the same rush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think you realise the seriousness of this. to you, it's just a cut. no, it isn't. it'll get worse and worse. you cut more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know the number of scars is increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might ask who i am to tell you this, but i have to tell you. stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friends care about you. they're worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think it's cool. even if it doesn't hurt. but it hurts others. we don't like seeing you like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's none of my business. i'll shut up now. but i hope you listen. we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something from someone's blog.             no significance watsoever yah. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; .all the lies... why?.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;::and the tears fall again::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106560617031672886?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106560617031672886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106560617031672886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106560617031672886' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106545075570374366</id><published>2003-10-06T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:32:35.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts. you don't see it but the pain stings. &lt;&lt;a heated penknife cutting across&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much like what you did to my heart. no one sees the pain, but it's there, killing me slowly every minute.&lt;BR&gt; since you did it so easily, without a care. i wanna see whether you care now. i told you once. twice. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't remember do you. &lt;BR&gt; you had 'more important things'. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; well. now i don't care either . i've said it . you don't matter to me. afterall, when the one closest to you hurts you... who are You compared to -blank-. &lt;BR&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106545075570374366?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106545075570374366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106545075570374366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106545075570374366' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106545008603077543</id><published>2003-10-06T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:21:25.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 steps to releasing the pent-up emotions. &lt;P&gt;-tissue &lt;P&gt;-a penknife &lt;P&gt;-an evanescence cd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106545008603077543?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106545008603077543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106545008603077543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106545008603077543' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106544813806446756</id><published>2003-10-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:48:57.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>= all out of love . so lost without you =&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106544813806446756?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106544813806446756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106544813806446756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544813806446756' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106544802743607352</id><published>2003-10-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T21:47:07.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f- the world. just &lt;B&gt; leave me alone&lt;/B&gt; yes wateva. i'm supposed to be mugging. for freaking history. wateva. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do it again. and again. i put up with it. why? i wonder. coz i still love you. and i always will.&lt;BR&gt; NO. take that back. i hate you. i &lt;B&gt; hate&lt;/B&gt; you. to the core. why not. that's wat you deserve, no? &lt;BR&gt; and if you think otherwise. then i'm sorry. coz i can't help wat i'm feeling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; go. leave. turn your back on me. it's nothing new. she's all that matters. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; ::and.she.cried.the.bittersweet.tears::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106544802743607352?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106544802743607352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106544802743607352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106544802743607352' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106532499611257823</id><published>2003-10-05T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T11:48:17.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~~~~~&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw her walking down the steps. &lt;I&gt; They&lt;/I&gt; stopped &lt;I&gt;her&lt;/I&gt;. As she looked on, she felt sick. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--or was it just a tinge of jealousy?--&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;She&lt;/I&gt; left.  She continued walking down. Nearing them, she prayed for them to stop her as well. It was just the feel-good feeling she needed. &lt;br /&gt;They did. Her heart gave a leap of joy. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++to be continued when i feel like it. it was just a weird dream that's been bugging me++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106532499611257823?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106532499611257823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106532499611257823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106532499611257823' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106524031637080266</id><published>2003-10-04T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T12:05:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I know you think that I shouldn't still love you&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you that &lt;br /&gt;But if I didn't say it&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd still have felt it &lt;br /&gt;Where's the sense in that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder &lt;br /&gt;Or return to where we were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I left too much mess &lt;br /&gt;And destruction to come back again &lt;br /&gt;And I caused but nothing but trouble &lt;br /&gt;I understand if you can't talk to me again &lt;br /&gt;And if you live by the rules of 'It's over' &lt;br /&gt;Then I'm sure that that makes sense &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship &lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;I'm in love and always will be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet &lt;br /&gt;As I'm sure we will &lt;br /&gt;All that was then &lt;br /&gt;Will be there still &lt;br /&gt;I'll let it pass &lt;br /&gt;And hold my tongue &lt;br /&gt;And you will think &lt;br /&gt;That I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will go down with this ship&lt;br /&gt;And I won't put my hands up and surrender &lt;br /&gt;There will be no white flag above my door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm in love and always will be&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106524031637080266?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106524031637080266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106524031637080266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106524031637080266' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-10650900274670856</id><published>2003-10-02T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:20:27.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Sometimes I run Sometimes I hide &lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm scared of you &lt;br /&gt;But all I really want is to hold you tight &lt;br /&gt;Treat you right, be with you day and night &lt;br /&gt;baby all I need is time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-10650900274670856?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/10650900274670856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/10650900274670856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10650900274670856' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106489857278010656</id><published>2003-09-30T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T13:09:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There's something 'bout the way&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Made me think for a moment that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Living our lives separately&lt;br /&gt;And It's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in,&lt;br /&gt;But I should know better&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked my way, you said "you frustrate me"&lt;br /&gt;Like you're thinking of lines and times when you and I were you and me&lt;br /&gt;You took our chance out on the street&lt;br /&gt;Well you missed my chance and chances are&lt;br /&gt;It won't be coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in,&lt;br /&gt;But I should know better&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;So desperately... ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I cannot ignore it,&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in,&lt;br /&gt;But I should know better&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;And it's strange that things change when I've been wanting you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;I want you so desperately, oo oo oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in,&lt;br /&gt;But I should know better&lt;br /&gt;I keep giving in,&lt;br /&gt;But I should know better&lt;br /&gt;So desperately&lt;br /&gt;I want you so desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106489857278010656?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106489857278010656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106489857278010656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489857278010656' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106489744601499911</id><published>2003-09-30T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T13:03:52.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>muahahah. bwhaha. WAHAx.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane wants to say hi... &lt;br /&gt;HIIIIII SHARAN!!!!!! *gives xhawan a beeeeg huggle* XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; *smacks forehead* she still isnt sick of giving ppl huggles. bah. &lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comp studs... as you should figure... fwee. pe was funn. riiite. speech and drama &lt;b&gt; sucked&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; i find my typign extremely slooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww. cwap. and full of mistakes. bah. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes hurt. fwee. my eyes hurt a lot these days. ["awwwwwww"] i think it's either too much computer.. or to little sleep. but they're both related, ne?&lt;br /&gt;wahax. lots and lots and lots have happened. since i dunno when. you din hear about.... my bdae, the countless tests... the injuries... etc. &lt;BR&gt; bleh. wheeeee. *the boliaoness in the air*  poor vidya has done a lot of our comp studs project. toe and i have been slacking. bweah. *feels bad* oh wellll. i'll go do something. AnD blog at the same time. fwee. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; i think i'll blog... when i reach never never land. okie i dunno where that came from. fwee. i'll go do the &lt;S&gt;damned&lt;/S&gt; thing.. buh buaizz. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; oh. i'll post a song... =D&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106489744601499911?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106489744601499911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106489744601499911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489744601499911' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106474717951218929</id><published>2003-09-28T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T19:54:23.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;when i saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;close enough to touch&lt;br /&gt;breathing the same air&lt;br /&gt;you asked me how i'd been&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's when&lt;br /&gt;i smiled and said just fine&lt;br /&gt;oh but baby i was lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;is im dying here inside&lt;br /&gt;i miss you more each day&lt;br /&gt;there's not a night i havent cried&lt;br /&gt;and baby here's the truth&lt;br /&gt;im still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;thats what i really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as you walked away&lt;br /&gt;the echo of my words&lt;br /&gt;cut just like a knife&lt;br /&gt;cut so deep it hurt&lt;br /&gt;i held back the tears&lt;br /&gt;held on to my pride&lt;br /&gt;and watched you go&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you'll ever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;is I'm dying here inside&lt;br /&gt;i miss you more each day&lt;br /&gt;there's not a night i haven't cried&lt;br /&gt;and baby here's the truth&lt;br /&gt;im still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;thats what i really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;is im really not that strong&lt;br /&gt;no matter how i try&lt;br /&gt;im still holding on&lt;br /&gt;and here's the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;im still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;that's what i really meant to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106474717951218929?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474717951218929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474717951218929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474717951218929' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106474271406568399</id><published>2003-09-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T17:58:12.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog was stagnant for a loong time eh. i'm suposed to be doing &lt;BR&gt;a) comprehension&lt;BR&gt; b) cloze passage&lt;BR&gt; c) map reading crap &lt;BR&gt;d)solubility wksht &lt;BR&gt; e) history mindmap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wateva. and a lot more i suppose.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; some one told mi my blog was stagnant. well a lot of ppl. it's weird. sometimes it feels good to hear that. to noe that someone actually bothers abt your life. someone wants to noe hoe your day was. how you feel. Thanx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday... for lit we did this poem thing. i dunno.  i found the poem.. meaningful. i dunno why. relates in now way. bleh. &lt;BR&gt; last nite. studied. yes &lt;I&gt;&lt;B&gt;I&lt;/B&gt; studied &lt;/I&gt; oh well. getting out of the room every few.. minutes? to get on msn. but nonetheless studied. zw sent a poem. meaningful. reflective. *thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MAN IN THE GLASS &lt;br /&gt;by Dale Wimbrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want in the struggle for self &lt;br /&gt;And the world makes you king for a day &lt;br /&gt;Just go to a mirror and look at yourself &lt;br /&gt;And see what that man has to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it isn't your father, or mother or wife &lt;br /&gt;Whose judgement upon you must pass; &lt;br /&gt;The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life, &lt;br /&gt;Is the one staring back from the glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum, &lt;br /&gt;And call you a wonderful guy, &lt;br /&gt;But the man in the glass says you're only a bum &lt;br /&gt;If you can't look him straight in the eye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the fellow to please, nevermind all the rest. &lt;br /&gt;For he's with you clear to the end. &lt;br /&gt;And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test &lt;br /&gt;If the man in the glass is your friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may fool the whole world down the pathway of life &lt;br /&gt;And get pats on your back as you pass, &lt;br /&gt;But your final reward will be heartaches and tears &lt;br /&gt;If you've cheated the man in the glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106474271406568399?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474271406568399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474271406568399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474271406568399' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106474261987060393</id><published>2003-09-28T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T17:50:19.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>funny. these days i want to blog. but i dont want to. and then i tell myself i should be mugging. like some ppl are doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sometimes when i blog.  it's othing more than lyrics of a song. why? ... and now its an entry from someone's blog. explains its all perfectly.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who read my blog do understand me much better you know. because even the crappiest things can tell you what im thinking. everytime i use the lyrics of a song as an entry its not because im have nothing better to do. the lyrics of those songs can show what im thinking much better than my words can. &lt;br /&gt;you tell me to express myself. well, im not good at it. everytime i try to tell you what im thinking it always turns out all wrong. i have tried. again and again i have tried. and again and again i have failed.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter whether or not you truly understand what im thinking. what matters is whether or not you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106474261987060393?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474261987060393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106474261987060393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106474261987060393' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106422614100407946</id><published>2003-09-22T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:24:40.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. it's a monday. riite. which means my blog has been stagnant for a week. this's gotta be quick. 1200 word animal farm essay waiting to be written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a depressing mood. i dunno... i was just wondering. wat wld be my greatest regret in life if i were to die someday.  you noe how they say that stuff bout thinking abt your last regret and doing it so that you wont have to regret.... i dunno. it's funny. i'd never had the guts to. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling.. weird. funny how sometimes the people closest to you can be so blind. they just dont see through you unlike how you'd expect them to. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes they just hurt you. and they'd never notice. but perhaps. it's my fault. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[it's.always.my.fault]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime... &lt;br /&gt;till then. &lt;BR&gt;i'll hide these feelings&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106422614100407946?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106422614100407946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106422614100407946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106422614100407946' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106363794872681662</id><published>2003-09-15T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:59:08.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fwee. realise i'm dying to blog. again. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. i'm gonna cry soon. dunnnno. i think i laughed to much. [SHHHH]&lt;br /&gt;listening to say goodbye. i will not cry. yup. &lt;br /&gt;[so say goodbye but don't you cry...coz tru love never dies]&lt;br /&gt; argh. now i dun feel like blogging.   oh welllll. someday.... &lt;br /&gt;oh and i ended up lauging for just about 10 mins continuosly today. dun ask. bleh. in the library. for NOTHING. i dunno.. ask shimran. or vidya. meanie poks. i can't laugh now. bweah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; met dunmanians after skool. ended up going to spotlight. with mark wand wenquan :| bah jusst bought the iron on thing for the darned bag. squish. yes i havent handed it up. ohweeeeellll.  &lt;BR&gt; &lt;S&gt;damned&lt;/S&gt; debate tomoro. i'm gonna die. so embarrassing. and i'm like the first speaker. coz im first for propo. which means first speaker. squish. oh well. tomoro got speech and drama oso. some ppl say the grading thing is tomor. hte speech thing. bweah. dun care. -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt; i realise i always end up doing something for a looong time before coming back to blog. then i forget what i want to blog about. oh well. &lt;BR&gt; skool sucked today. mi body clock haywire. sho squished. bweah. during 'hols' sleep at 3 wakeup at... 11? 12.30? yea. then yesterday night couldnt sleep. i was like tossing and turning for dunno how long. then jingli sms-ed. O.o.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.well. someone just spoiled my mood. buh byzxxxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106363794872681662?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106363794872681662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106363794872681662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363794872681662' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106335212351695807</id><published>2003-09-12T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T15:35:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~*~&lt;br /&gt;Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;He's the Earth and heaven to you&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep it hidden&lt;br /&gt;Honey, we can see right through you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, ya can't conceal it&lt;br /&gt;We know how ya feel and&lt;br /&gt;Who you're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;No chance, no way&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it, no, no&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;You swoon, you sigh&lt;br /&gt;why deny it, uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;It's too cliche&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my heart had learned its lesson&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good when you start out&lt;br /&gt;My head is screaming get a grip, girl&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're dying to cry your heart out&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;You keep on denying&lt;br /&gt;Who you are and how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're not buying&lt;br /&gt;Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Face it like a grown-up&lt;br /&gt;When ya gonna own up&lt;br /&gt;That ya got, got, got it bad&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;No chance, no way&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it, no, no&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Give up, give in&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;This scene won't play,&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;You're doin flips read our lips&lt;br /&gt;You're in love&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;You're way off base&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it&lt;br /&gt;Get off my case&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Girl, don't be proud&lt;br /&gt;It's O.K. you're in love&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;At least out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I'm in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106335212351695807?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106335212351695807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106335212351695807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106335212351695807' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106334151808024118</id><published>2003-09-12T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T13:27:34.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bweah. rite. sorta upset yesterday. don't wanna talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.fwee. supposed to be doing my debate speech now. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. nice... went to play capt ball. my bro followed. O.o   waited for amanda at tamp. mrt. took train to simei. walked to bball court. i spotted yuhui first. wearing pink and white. -shrug- then i saw a red and white blob. thot something was wrong with my eyes. turns out zhiwen was wearing red and white. shruuugggg. mark was there. bweah. oh. and amanda's bro was there also. yeah. drizzling. decided to stop playing. yet stood there in the rain like idiots. -shrug- till we decided to continue playing in the rain. riiiite. darren came. oh. we had amanda and zhiwen on the same team, with abel. *lame, yeah* then when darren came we regrouped. amanda = bride, zhiwen = groom , darren = best *boy*, me = *bridesmaid*.  riiiiite. yea. tt means abel suraj mark and yuhui on a team. fwee. din noe me bro so good. bweah. oh. and his sandals broke. yikes. and &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; ended up playing barefoot on the bball court. ouch. bah. went to eastpoint after a while.. fwee. bought chocolate blended... so  long nv drink.. sho cold. &gt;.&lt;   went to buy sandles for the irritant. :| rite. bah. the day you went away was playing in bata. amanda came right after the song ended.  fwee. then went to popular to buy rubber band for a zero point rope... went bck to the void deck... aaron nick and sam low were there. and bah. played a pretty horrible game of zero point.  got sick of it... emr played rugby...? yeah. total of 15 leafs and 2 branch thingies fell. a rugby ball is cute. riiiite.  and mi bro wants to join rugby in secondary skool .O_O. riiite. oh well. ended up yh, amanda darren zhiwen and me left.. and the bros. decided to go for dinner. talking abt jokes.. bweah. dinner. was weird. ....... went to pet safari after tt. thanx to me. =D. cute. read yh's blog. rite. a zoo. join us. zw and amanda like rabbits... interesting aint it. oh wellies. so do i =P. as in. yeah. yuhui= chinchilla. darren= dogs. hmph. darren says rabbits suck. *naru punch* amanda said dogs...until zw said rabbits... riiiiiiiiiite. fwee. i rawk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bweah. i think betta get to doing the darn speech. i've got like the easiest. squish. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106334151808024118?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106334151808024118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106334151808024118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334151808024118' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106328820161539306</id><published>2003-09-11T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:50:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes life get so weird. as one cries... the superficial world still goes round. chatting with the few ppl..  they wouldnt noe i'm still crying. that the tears are falling onto my fingers as i type this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;can't keep it to myself no longer.  moving. diaryland. ask me. see if i trust you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106328820161539306?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328820161539306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328820161539306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328820161539306' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106328761640415620</id><published>2003-09-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:40:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't help it now&lt;br /&gt;the tears just stream down&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;and it's all your fault&lt;br /&gt;when i trusted you all this time&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should have told you&lt;br /&gt;you were blatant. tactless&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't know how i felt&lt;br /&gt;and it was my fault &lt;br /&gt;that i never bothered to tell you&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sorry&lt;br /&gt;it's easier to take this&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see the other possibilty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106328761640415620?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328761640415620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328761640415620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328761640415620' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106328733319172598</id><published>2003-09-11T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T21:35:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody's talkin' &lt;br /&gt;But they don't say a thing &lt;br /&gt;They look at me with sad eyes &lt;br /&gt;but I don't want the sympathy &lt;br /&gt;It's cool you didn't want me &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you can't go back &lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to go and make a mess like that? &lt;br /&gt;Well I Just have to say &lt;br /&gt;Before I let go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been low? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that let you down so? &lt;br /&gt;When the truth came out &lt;br /&gt;Were you the last to know? &lt;br /&gt;Were you left out in the cold? &lt;br /&gt;What you did was low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need your number &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to say &lt;br /&gt;'Cept I never thought it'd hurt this much to be safe &lt;br /&gt;My friends are outside waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've gotta go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been low? (have you ever been) &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend let you down so? &lt;br /&gt;When the truth came out &lt;br /&gt;Were you the last to know? &lt;br /&gt;Were you left out in the cold? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause what you did was low &lt;br /&gt;What you did was low &lt;br /&gt;What you did was low &lt;br /&gt;What you did was low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk out of this darkness &lt;br /&gt;With no sense of regret &lt;br /&gt;And I'm going on precautious &lt;br /&gt;We both know that you can't say that &lt;br /&gt;This to show &lt;br /&gt;For all the time I loved you so &lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been low? (have you ever been) &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that let you down so? &lt;br /&gt;When the truth came out &lt;br /&gt;Were you the last to know? &lt;br /&gt;Were you left out in the cold? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause what you did was low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been low? (have you ever been) &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that let you down so? &lt;br /&gt;When the truth came out &lt;br /&gt;Were you the last to know? &lt;br /&gt;Were you left out in the cold? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause what you did was low &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been low? (have you ever been) &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend that let you down so? &lt;br /&gt;'Cause what you did was low...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106328733319172598?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328733319172598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106328733319172598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106328733319172598' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106309459682276304</id><published>2003-09-09T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T16:03:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will provide some answers to the many questions you have, but you won't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And I don't want the world to see me, &lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's meant to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106309459682276304?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106309459682276304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106309459682276304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106309459682276304' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106308358524360694</id><published>2003-09-09T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:59:45.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHOA. tts one looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong entry. squish. &lt;br /&gt;fwee. ppl say im lovesick. isnt that fun. oh and i forgot. on friday. was in the train with meera and toe. they say i'm on my way to becoming cross eyed. freaky. and meera said. i'm weird. funny. am i tt visible. so clear. she said i'm the kinda person who deep in cares abt studies but love hanging out. uh huh. and am *suicidal* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a shock. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellz. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106308358524360694?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106308358524360694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106308358524360694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308358524360694' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106307526486938926</id><published>2003-09-09T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:54:56.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. it's been more than a week since i blogged. yup. congratulate me. =P.  so too bad you onli get to hear the ... stuff that i still rmbr. &lt;br /&gt;wed. mrs chin was being a b***h. yea. pigg. go critisize pris' painting lyk dat. so gooood then paint for us lah. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;thursday. amanda yuhui = evil. yup. but not as evil as me larh. skool was monday's tt. so we had to put up with mr soh for 2 whole hours in a row. pe... played netball. as in proper game. was kinda fun. but netball's so .... restrictive. then recess, some subject i forgot =D then science. fwee. dunno. oh. we were running round the whole school looking for a claasroom.O_o. basicall ycrappin. ace. OH WAIT. mr soh was wearingthe purple tie ping, toe, dawn and nicole bought. its got teddy bears on it. and they think its realli ugly. and it cost 5 bucks. lol. but it's quite okie actually.... cept he was wearing it with a teal shirt. talk abt bad colour coordination. oh well. yea. for ace.. comics. garfield comics. =D and blah and blah and blah. after skool. stayed back for geog. got back history assignment. i din fail =D. 14/15. yup. like it's a big deal.=( shows how much of an idiot i am. one blardy assignment. ARGH. i will not feel down. no. &lt;br /&gt;anyway. yeah. left skool. called amanda. she was with yuhui. meanie poks. yup. at kallang mrt. waited for them. who shld i see but zhiwen... expected aint it. he meets her after skool *everi day* yup. sho those meanie poks were waiting. and even though they were already there when i was.. they wanted to *let us spend some time together*. heh... sho funny when you think abt it. so yeah. amanda shooo quiet whenever zw ish arnd. unless she's alone with him. weird eh? *evil* NiWae. yea. then erm *went* to library. ie. walked there and back to the interchange thanx to amanda. bish. then.. bweah. oh we went to kfc. yea. wasted lotsa time there. And i had the * hist test the next day. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;friday. skool b4 assembly i was looking thru * hist txbk. and apparetnly i fell asleep. on the table. well i slept at 12 and woke up at 5. sigh. morning assembly. stupid sls. erk. lessons were carp. cant rmbr. assembly was in the *gym* O.o  imagine a coupla hundred feet without shoes in there. euk. ...hmm.. wat did i do after skool. squish. i cant rmbr. oh well. i think i went home. yea. i did. amanda's evil. she &lt;3s zhiwen. like that wasnt obvious. i think i shall dedicate this blog to the two of them soon. yup. *nod*. she finish volley never call me. assume i would have gone home. well of course. zw's such a great *fren* that he stays in skool for nothing so that he can meet her aint it. h m p h. just like on sunday when she *assumed* i wld be out. riiiitte. niwae yea. sms-ed her. felt like it =D. she was at the interchange. yup. and calls me bad. hmph. me bad indeed. monkeypig. wattttevvaaa. then at night was on the phone until one. and slept at 3.30. yup. am. oh weeellllllzzzzzz. &lt;br /&gt;saturday mother tongue lame. she was so weird. apparently kept erm *praising* me . and i have totally noe idea why. it was liek so erk. coz she gave s this compo for hw the week b4. and i erm din do it. so it was like she sent this whole bunch of usd to the tables at the back and told us to do it. so nicely *shudder*. and so i was doing the * thing. and she starts praising me. i mean like hullloooo. i din do my hwk. tts why i'm at the back of the * classroom. and you start PrAiSiNg me? lol. yea. and then. bah. nvm. niwae yeah. oh wait. someppl went back to shps. for soethingy. and before that. while i was suffering. they were having fun in tm. oh well. amanda lost her wall. isnt tt niiice. yup. she lost her wallet. nice *hints* so i gave her a wallet for her b-de prezie. op. and she lost it. =D. 2 wallets in less than 2 months. she rawks!. =P wahax. sunday. erm. mallika came. sho funny. she kept telling us wat she did to her employer. sho funnyyyyyyy. shalt tell. okie. her employers are these couple from india. in their 20-ies. weird. som it's like their ReAlLi stingy and stuff. like they'll eat HaLf an apple and ask her to keep the apple *safely*. like she's gonna eat it. sheesh. she's sick of working there. app she quiting. then the night before seh purposely left the tap in her toilet on the whole night. coz they're reeaaaallly stingy. they deserve it. it sounds so not funny here. but it was reaaalli funny the way she told us.                                                             figures i din finish my homework. =D. monday history and lit. fwee. monday was a niiiceeee day. history was... amusing. lit sucked. ms ng so .. mean. we were supposed to finish at 1. 11 to one. and she was talking about animal farm for one whole * hour. and she knew we had to the textbased qn. and we wouldnt have time. but she went on anyway. then after hte stupid thing. she insists we copy down her annottations for animal farm. like its already 1.15. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;thanx to her i ended up getting home at like 7. yup. no well not all her fault. but yeah. it was temptation i couldnt resist. so grace din wait. obviously. so 8 of us were laeving skool. jingli.yuezhen.dawn.yinghui.me.toe.nicole.ping. yup. and toe and i were suppoed to get off at orchard mrt and take the train home. like gooot lil gals. but nooooo. we got dragged along. to cineleisure. =D. yup. so we booked tickets. for pirates of the carribean. yup. and mi mum doesnt noe. erm.so we got the tix and went down to eat lunch. and this *fren* of nicole's was smsing her. an acs guy. and he like kindly agreed to practically parade past where we were. and it was like so funnyyyyyyy. lets just say you get a whole bunch of gals going "shooo cuuuteeeee." yup. me included. *_*. =D. and nicole told him her frens were saying we all thot he was cute. which was funnier. coz as *guys* are they. would think cute as in .. cute. and we, meant cute. as in lil-boy cute. coz he was like 138 cm *tall... =D lol. couldnt stop laughing.  then he came there to have lunch with this isaac person. his friend. who was like 3 heads aller than him. yup. and erm. lets just say liping was dieing to leave. yup =D. and she refused to speak on the phone. lol. nicole ann leong is evil. =P. yup. the movie was great. i dont mind seeing it agian. reminds me. no one's planned a sept class gathering. *hint* yup. maybe.. just maybe.. orlando bloom isnt that bad.lol.  heh. i wanna watch the movie agaiiinnnnn.... yay. sho scary -shiver- lol. sho funny. dawn yinghwee and jinnngllyy were scaarreeeddd of ze skeletonsssss. lol. so kewt. oh welllllzzzzz. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. and just to remind you. my family still doesnt noe i was watching a movvvieee at cineleisuureee yesterday in my skool u after skool. yup. i'm bad. felt real bad sometime. budden again. i couldnt contact nayone. i din have my phone -wink- riiiiiiitttttteeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think tts enuf for now isnt it. just abt of two hours blogging. well and doing other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;ay pirates. johnny depp acts well. so funny. *but where's the RuM?!?!?!* orlando bloom. kewt. eveil captain of evil black pearlie ship. evil. lol. buh buaiiizzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106307526486938926?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106307526486938926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106307526486938926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106307526486938926' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106259491135780166</id><published>2003-09-03T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T21:15:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Loving someone hurts. Especially things just doesn't turn out the way you want it be. But more or less it's expected. I have changed. I have changed to not that possessive. I have changed into someone who take things lightly when I am supposed to be. But there is something in me that never changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to convince him. I don't have to prove to him. It's because he don't have to know. But it matters to me. I know he is someone who deserve all those tears and heart breaks. In the past, I may want to make known of how I feel. But now, whether is he gonna trust me or not, it's all up to him. I hate proving myself. If it's you, the view is very clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times I wanna tell him I love him. But till now, I still didn't. Maybe never. It will make me sound like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106259491135780166?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106259491135780166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106259491135780166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106259491135780166' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106259402661114437</id><published>2003-09-03T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T21:11:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bweah. i noe i said i wld blog when i got home. but when i got home yesterday... the blasted internet was down. sigh. yea. so din blog. oh wells. shant bother abt tt no.w wait. this i gotta say.  mr soh din ming being nominated for Ms beautiful tresses. yup. coz during chem he sorta thanked us for nominating him for mr drama mama [O.o] and someone blurted osmething abt the tresses thing. and he was like shocked. and he asked why he wasnt on the list of nominees. and some kind soul emphasized the Ms. and he was like " Sexual discrimination!!! yup. whta can i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;shouldnt be blogging. history test on friday instead of tomoro. i see no reason to rejoice. first period mt. i was trying to do lit. sigh. screw it. din finish. got away. dirty. shoots. i suck. i think i make a great lit rep. waddaya think. lmao. recess. went to encounter lab to type out wateva crap i had done for lit. 2 qns. outta 3. not that bad. yea rite. wadevar. the lab was empty. cept for one person. lee weixian. and wat was she doing? reading fanfic. wat? HaRrY PoTtEr. and later during aes. when i was looking through her bag in search of... sweets. i found hp and the order of the pheonix. O_O. like carrying that book arnd skool. its HeAvy. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aesthetics. entered late w wx but mrs chin wasnt there yet. and the place looked like a junkyard. serious. all the gaudy clothes and 'jewellery' all  over. we initially looked more like gypsies than pirates i believe. =D.  oh well. so another three hrs. not gonna bother, heh. weird. bweah.&lt;br /&gt;englishg sucked. lit actually. din do my hw..... so i kept mi piece o cwap. &lt;br /&gt;watched our acp play thing during lunch. kewt! &lt;br /&gt;then * gat thingy. sucked. screw. nothing more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar. was *late* by wat? 3 mins =D.  learnt the whole piece. carp. now i'm dead. someone help!!!!! screw romance. bweah. jeff ang &lt;3 celeste!!!!! wahax. wats that for. &lt;br /&gt;that sounded lame. bweah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone  says i sound lovesick. another person thinks i'm a wanna-be bimbo. nah. no way. bimbo? me? lmao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. be back sometime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106259402661114437?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106259402661114437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106259402661114437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106259402661114437' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106248074088062177</id><published>2003-09-02T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T14:01:24.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. feeling. weird. i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday was nice. felt a lot better. thanx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah  not you. well you. and someone else. &lt;br /&gt;a whole new world is in my head. bweah. &lt;i&gt; get out!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. seriously. a lot of things have happened. since.. friday? yea. &lt;br /&gt;i dunno. had so much to blog abt but just din feel like it, was feeling awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. rgs. read on someone's blog. yinghui's has a nice acount of it all. heh&lt;br /&gt;shps. RAWKS. gawd. i miss shps. sigh. the teachers =D. &lt;br /&gt;went back. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;argh. i cant get the thoughts in my head properly. just feel like putting down words. that would make no sense to you. screw you=P. bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hall. mrs foo. mrs teo. mrs choo. mrs choo looked.. so different. yay. mrs teo was funnn. we stole yy's notebook :D yay. well. grace did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[lunch now]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yy notebook. its got StUfF. like someone's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NaMe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;***JOANNE MADE THAT BOLD me,yes me =P*** all over. yea. and we showed it to mrs teo :D. [quote mrs teo] &lt;b&gt; not a bad choice&lt;/b&gt; [unquote mrs teo] lol. weird. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then roaming arnd the skool for dunno how long. the place is so huge now. okie maybe not huge. but just a lot bigger. like the corridors lead to nowhere land. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;played capt ball after that. YAY. yes. i'm deprived. sometimes i wish i were in dunman. or just back in shps. argggghhhhhhh. thots. oh wellz. then came amandis. no comments. [[i will not apologise anymore. but i felt sho bad =P]]  yea. in the end went hoome with a grazed knee. ...well wasnt as simple as that. yh and zw disappeared. then mak and audrey. so there was me, nicole amanda and her bro left. sigh. messing arnd the fitness station thingy.   yea. then nicole had to go. so was like beggin amanda to send us to busstop. instead i ended up going to her house. sigh. suppose i was realli down. coz i told her. squish. that thing ruined my life for a day or two indeed.&lt;br /&gt;mila hates me&lt;br /&gt;niwae... yea. so i got her feeling bad. heh. bleh. end. distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;squish. i am evil. amanda.. must have been so glad. i'm so nice. oh well. the WhOlE DaY can u imagine. wahax. well. nine hours. long enuf. considering 5 hrs the day b4 and another 5 on sunday. WAHAX. i rawk. gee. oh well. hope they dont read. wat are the odds that they read mi blog in the first place. dunno larhs. &lt;br /&gt;has discovered i've got nine minutes b4 english. screw. i totally forgot abt english. coz tues tt its histroy. but ms and ms roxy [=D] made 'mutual swap' screw. i din do the blasted lit wkshts. ARGH. its the debate today. shucks shucks shucks. well im not gonna get anything done in 5 mins so i might as well not bother. bweah.&lt;br /&gt;niwae... saturday. screwed up punjabi. ShE asked to plait my hair. erk. i do what i want with my hair. and she was like do you tie your hair like that to english skool. and im yk yea. and she.. so messy. screw. sheesh. got a problem with how half the world's population of females tie their hair. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;bah. dun feel like blogging abt tt. or the rest of saturday. &lt;br /&gt;******* THE * BELL JUST RANG. goots. i'll blog when i get home. buh buiz. wish me luck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106248074088062177?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106248074088062177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106248074088062177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106248074088062177' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106216387715558444</id><published>2003-08-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T21:31:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;the tears just fall.&lt;br /&gt;silent. but there. they exist.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't blame you&lt;br /&gt;even if i want to&lt;br /&gt;i should have done something&lt;br /&gt;but... i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i messed it up. &lt;br /&gt;but you. you could have done something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. argh argh argh argh&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna blog abt tday. &lt;br /&gt;or maybe i am.  dunnnooe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106216387715558444?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106216387715558444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106216387715558444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216387715558444' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106216068811815983</id><published>2003-08-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T20:39:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sux. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.just don't have the courage to tell you&lt;br /&gt;but it hurts inside.&lt;br /&gt;it kills. &lt;br /&gt;killing me. slowly. surely. painfully.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could bring us back in time. &lt;br /&gt;to change it all.&lt;br /&gt;if it could even happen.&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late now. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't dare. &lt;br /&gt;it might hurt more. &lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to take the chance. &lt;br /&gt;i.don't.dare.to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it.could all have been so different.&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights.are cold. &lt;br /&gt;it hurts. to think&lt;br /&gt;to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.i.wish.you.could.tell.me.what.i.wanna.hear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106216068811815983?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106216068811815983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106216068811815983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216068811815983' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106215935119274794</id><published>2003-08-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T20:15:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't stop running.&lt;br /&gt;don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;but one day i'll tire and stop.&lt;br /&gt;drop dead or slow my pace&lt;br /&gt;can't let anyone catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;but im tired from running.&lt;br /&gt;but something says that i have to keep running.&lt;br /&gt;need.a.break.from.life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106215935119274794?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106215935119274794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106215935119274794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106215935119274794' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106199637838267160</id><published>2003-08-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T22:59:38.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cwap. havent been blogging have i. well i'm not supposed to be blogging now either. bah. i dunno why i always have the urge to blog these days. and i tell myself i'll only blog after i finish all the * homework. which explains alot. and no i havent finished the crp. i couldnt resist blogging. bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been VERy mood-swinged the last few days.   wait. today's wednesday. that means yesterday was tuesday. which means i blogged the day b4. wadeva. .... oh wait. i din publish that.  bah. it's half an entry. i think i noe why its half done. coz it was nearly geog. and ms foo walked in. bleh. had geog in the e.lab that day. bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday... long day. science... nothing much. i din bring my chem wksht. i dunno why. the timetable was all mixed up in my head... -shrug- then .... &lt;br /&gt;argh. doesnt matter. then wanna bother&lt;br /&gt;after skool: meanie monky piggs din wait for me. sometimes i wonder why i bother. s i g h. &lt;br /&gt;then met amanda at century.. went shopping for teacher's day prezzies. spent      $50    on the prezzies. all on the atm card :|     &lt;br /&gt;oh well. bah. i think amanda said yuhui wanna share. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday... &lt;br /&gt;stupid. friday's timetable. screw it. same subjects 3 days in a row. can die.   bleh. &lt;br /&gt;history. ... cwap. don't like SHiT. &lt;br /&gt;recess.... dunnnno.... &lt;br /&gt;eng. cwap. maths. more cwap. toot her. when i do my homework. she doesnt look at the damned thing. when i dont she has to do the crap. yesterday din bring maths textbook. but brought stupid math set. she used txbk din use maths set. then at the end , she gave us a paper to do. express exam or soemthing i think. coz i saw the answers up on inet some time ago. bleh. so i actually did it. AND got mi finger pierced. hmph. bah.  and today. some *ppl* who have third lang exams today used that as a nice excuse for not doing. i'll bet it was just probablya few of the goodies. bah. so she said well go through the * thing tomoro. and we did construction. and i din bring my maths set today. like wadeva. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;chem. ppt. filtration separation crap. cant bellieve we have to survive with theory alone. so sian. no practicals at all.  bah. weixian was sleeping. nothing new i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;oh. and we were all eating during maths. kinda obvious i suppose. i mean we do that every maths lesson. not to say we dont during other lessons lah.   but yea. you get the point. and we = yue zhen weixian me. obviously. charmaine. wouldnt.... talk abt guai.   bleh&lt;br /&gt;so chem.. i think mr  soh caught some one eating or something. coz he suddenly went. " .. you do noe eating and drinking are not allowed in the classrooms rite. coz i notice alot of classes eat during lessons."   and then he continued. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat else. assembly. sucked.    truth is : our student congress is of practically no use. &lt;br /&gt;i mean, they put down every single suggestion. geez.     shant go into detail here. i'll never get to sleep if i do. and i havent touched mi homework. well technically i have. i toook it out of my file and put it in front of me. bah.   third lang, food in the canteen, school timetable were the main crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... bio talk thingy. squi. 112 and 114 din have to go. all i noe = i was trying to pracitse guitar fingering in there. before which i was actually taking down notes. coz i din have anything to do with my hands. and  elizabeth was next to me [[[tickle alert]]] i'm evil. and the 113 ppl behind us were soo noisy.. bleh. kept moving .. and i din noe the seats were so creaky-ish. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar... crappo. now we know two whole lines of that * thing. i'm so gonna fail. wadeva. &lt;br /&gt;[mars is supposedly bright tinight... shld i go take a look... nah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. bt all i guess. oh met brenda. she waited for me. sho nice righte. -glare-  oh wellz. -shrug- &lt;br /&gt;bah. dun feel like blogging liao. &lt;br /&gt;bweah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106199637838267160?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106199637838267160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106199637838267160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106199637838267160' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106178160618424911</id><published>2003-08-25T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:20:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. no. yay. argh screw. gtg real soon. in encounter lab. geog in abt 5 mins. bleh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixed up the templates. but now i dunno which template to use. coz one is the original template, which has a pic qwith a vulgarity in it. but i  like it. and the other with a picture i sorta made. more like i took a pic and i added words to it. but its kinda cool. [[the templet, btw, is for the quiz/lyrics page thing. yea. if u look it up now its the one with the vulgarity. the same template with the &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106178160618424911?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106178160618424911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106178160618424911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178160618424911' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106155785263044826</id><published>2003-08-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:10:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CRAP. crap crap crap crap crap crap. sorrie. its just happens that yesterday when i got home i continued the * post i started during cybernet.. so it was one heck of a long post. and then i open an attachment. and it starts opening bonkers windows. and when you try to close it it multiplies *shudder. feetman*&lt;br /&gt;yea. damn. live without the eventful day. wednesday. was a nice day. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106155785263044826?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106155785263044826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106155785263044826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106155785263044826' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106145618080757040</id><published>2003-08-21T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T16:56:20.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bweah. yay. blogging after only 2 days. sigh. turns out it was the network, or perhaps just the comps... in skool now. cyber damn slack. today got nothing to do. not tt ill be doing anything anyway...dot. i think i'll go work on the amy lee thing. keeps getting screwed up everytime i'm nearly there. sigh. skool wasnt so bad today. bleah. no i dun mean that it was good... just that it din totally suck today. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;yesterday... first was mother tongue... all the labs got classes... wasted my time in the...{is my memory that bad}.. erm. i think the canteen. wt.. i realli cant rmbr. i think canteen. vidya din come. bah. i cant rmbr wat i was doing during mt. wadeva. then recess... encounter lab. print out crap chem and eng. ... was nearly late for aesthetics. sto0pid.  app. we already deduct marks for acp coz art and design + p and c. din hand in crap she wanted.  wateva.  learnt [learnt?!?] slip hemming.... like i realli care. squint like dunno wat. every wednesday go back with hurting eyes and fingers... sigh. thennn... * my memory realli that bad. umm. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. oh yeah. then irs. for once we actually had something for mrs ban. so yeah. apparently we werent supposed to noe the format {as sec ones}... sigh. we did. so just a bit to move abt here and there. left it all to jane/yz. poor xinyi. such a horrible grp she has to suffer with. buit there's no way i'll touch up the report. i'm sick of looking at it alreadi. bleah. 20 hours of sleep lasted mi 5 days thanx to that * thing. bweah. oh yeah. seems ying qiao prob. has the most sleep among everyone in our class. the first 16 ppl at leaast. SHE SLEEPS 8 HRS!!! like.. mrs chin was asking how many hours we slept a night and she was like "8?" ying qiao "only one?!?"   sigh. mi = 4-5 hrs. sighz. cwap. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minty just appeared behind me. freaky. bah. "look what she said about me..!!?!?!?" sigh. whineeeee. "ooh so painC &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106145618080757040?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106145618080757040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106145618080757040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106145618080757040' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106130001588436592</id><published>2003-08-19T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:33:35.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnit. blogger is so * up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post just got deleted. another reason why i hate bloggin sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my nice post just now got deleted. so here goes nuts again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of moving my blog. too many ppl noe about this one.  its lyk i cant realli blog wat i want here. people think they noe me. they don't. and a blog would tell a lot about me. that they don't noe. they'd get a shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna blog. im dying to. but i cant. the feelings. a surge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superficial. ever so superficial. a blog. a web log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got irs. * it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw.. i cant blog lyk in skool now... during mt etc. i think they blocked blogger. coz today we could only access inet and google and a few other sites. or maybe it was just bcoz the comp were * up today. the whole p drive crashed or something. t'was full. wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[time is precious and it's slipping away   i've been waiting for you all of my life   why won't you let me love you]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106130001588436592?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106130001588436592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106130001588436592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130001588436592' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106110675709936739</id><published>2003-08-17T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T16:06:07.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lie awake at night&lt;br /&gt;See things in black and white&lt;br /&gt;I've only got you inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know you have made me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will look my way&lt;br /&gt;I have all this longing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I knew it right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write your name&lt;br /&gt;And put it in a frame&lt;br /&gt;And sometime I think I hear you call&lt;br /&gt;Right from my bedroom wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay a little while&lt;br /&gt;And touch me with your smile&lt;br /&gt;And what can I say to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for you in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;Oh pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I never ever loved no one before you&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me you love me too&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh my pretty pretty boy I do&lt;br /&gt;Let me inside&lt;br /&gt;Make me stay right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106110675709936739?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106110675709936739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106110675709936739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106110675709936739' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106057095212347469</id><published>2003-08-11T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T11:02:32.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been blogging. obviously. &lt;br /&gt;sianzz. &lt;br /&gt;in skool. recess. encounter lab. bweah. came up to finish up history crap. done with it. amazing rite. bweah gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;later got geog then ace. today ace in hall. sheesh. i'm so lame. why do hell am i blogging this. i noe.. coz i feel lyk it and this is my blog. &lt;br /&gt;listening to purest of pain&lt;br /&gt;IN the Lab. and i think there's a pit somewhere here. crap. wateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went dentist on friday. &lt;br /&gt;i insist my dentist is nice than me bro's. *siao*  my tooth is disgusting. no remain. she had to break it up into pieces to get it out. hole in mouth.feels weird. then after tt went home. was on the phone with amanda and on the comp for abt 15 mins. then i went to..... *drumroll* sleep. sleep. at 5.30 in the afternoon. -shrug- and so i slept all the way till the next morning. till i couldnt sleep and woke up at 6.30. thats 13 hrs of sleep. =still not enuf to make up for all lost sleep througout the year i say=  but yeah. and mi eyebags miraculously disappeared. serious. it was the first thing my mum noticed when she saw me.  :s. neway... she supposedly tried to wake me up the previous nite for dinner. -shrug- and the tooth was bloody. i think i woke up at 11.30 oso. coz i vaugely rmbr waking up sometime and trying to get the blood outta my mouth. wahax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. p6gep. sigh. i *sorta* cried last night. was crapping abt asoka, listening to graduation and chatting to xh. i dunno. why do things happen this way? ppl change.. why for the worst. or maybe not . maybe its just me. &lt;br /&gt;but realli. we shared a lot together. good. bad. we've been through seng teck and mrs yee. thats a lot. [[[have you ever - sclub]]] i mean really. all the other skool have wat? 3 classes? 4 ? well alot. /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{"sorrie!!" bah simran just kicked vidya on the nose -shrug-} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway. fact is most of us have spent abt a quarter of our lives with one another. that isnt very little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappo. gtg . geog. continue sometime... &lt;br /&gt;[where.is.the.love]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106057095212347469?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106057095212347469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106057095212347469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106057095212347469' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-106006066318517864</id><published>2003-08-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:31:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh.  in kvhub. comp studs."and this will be your keyboard eeevents for your user...." shrug. making a stupid guessing game thing. [WOW!!! we're making a gammmmeee!!!!!] gee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's pe was funn.  mrs anis wasn't here.... she seems to be around less often these day.. O_o apparently went to register pri 1 education for her daughter. doesnt matter:D so ms ong "where's your pe rep?" ...." ....so u'll just play captain's ball ;movable captain"  ... so yeah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tt was one hour of capt ball. :D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.  now at home.  the damn. was because varsha was behind me. looking at me screen. in other words. she caught me BlOgGiNg while we were supposed to be doing tt damned i-shell thing. wateva. pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be doing irs. crap. &lt;br /&gt;buh byeeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tear.don't.you.fall.eyes.don't.you.cry.pride.don't.cave.in.head.don't.let.go]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-106006066318517864?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106006066318517864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/106006066318517864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006066318517864' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105988954183934209</id><published>2003-08-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T13:45:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know who you are. Your love's as sweet as candy. I'll be forever yours. Love always, Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Nalsy's nic= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz keeping it somewhere in case i forget it =D   wahax. the evil within. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. back from reema's hse. fuzzy. sms-es. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPT:  just a qn to anyone who reads my blog  [who bothers anyway]    &lt;br /&gt;Do You Ever Understand What I'm Droning On And On About???!?!?!?!!?!?!?!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wellz.  was reading george orwell crap when i saw nic's nick [O_O]  guess i shall have to get back to tt idiot. then there's maths, geog, history, chem... heck. everything. sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105988954183934209?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105988954183934209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105988954183934209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105988954183934209' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105984655332685759</id><published>2003-08-03T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T01:49:13.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. boredom.  it's 1.25. AM. and i'm blogging. [get a life]   damn. at reema's hse... "wanna go down walk?" wahax. lame. crap. &lt;br /&gt;saturday. got up. punjabi skool.= one huge peice o crap. wahax. i lurve the word crap aint it. "what the hell is with the wahax"  &lt;br /&gt;lol "you must tell everything isnt"  "she's so lame u noe" &lt;br /&gt;wateva.  reema. looking over mi shoulder. wondering who i'm 'chatting' with. LOL. damn. i seriously haven't been bloggin much have i?  "yea and go to irc"  gee. brb.  she's on irc. so lame. chatting w/ some 19yr old. "awaiting ns" lyk i'll believe tt. gee. chat w guyz oso so lame     =P   wahaax. i'm not normal.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. punjabi skool. did tt group thing again. i think it's gonna be permanent.  damn.  .. bah. was sms-ing amanda a lot today. during claz. damn boring sia. she wanna check irc again :S   ShOoO lame.      she's done. and i'm lyk "WhOa" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored sia. crap. then after skol reema was supposed to go khalsa. [clubbin =D]   and thanx to mi mum. and aunti gam. she can't. coz auntie was  like 'stay overnite" and remy agreeed... and so it was like my mum couldnt say no..... -sighz-   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place is getting HOTTTTT.. damn. oh wellz. go now larhs. go into the room. the OthEr room. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;got loads to blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog tomoro. or.monday. or tuesday. or wednesday........ -shrug- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105984655332685759?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105984655332685759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105984655332685759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105984655332685759' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105945361096647762</id><published>2003-07-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T12:40:10.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. haven't blogged. three days. not tt bad =P comp studs now. seriously shouln't be doing this. yitian's next to me. i'm typing soooo slowly. these keyboard's are noiissyyy. and toe's going sooo fast and its really noiisy. oh wellz??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday = freaky &lt;br /&gt;mr soh din come. then this realli weird funny guy came in "to make shure we don't kill ourselves" -shrug- well. Simran WaS carrying around FiVe bottles of ethonol. and then he went on to not drinking water in the lab. and THEN &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105945361096647762?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105945361096647762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105945361096647762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105945361096647762' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105930858839001139</id><published>2003-07-27T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:23:08.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello! in a *sorta* good mood. dot dot dot dot dot dot . someone tell mi wat i'm doing here. heck. i am gonna make no sense today. [wait. do i ever make sense. wateva] so if you don't think you can live with tt. click tt nice lil X in the right corner at the top. yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to a funny cd "100% dance" weird. there are 21 songs in there. and i dun recognise a single artiste. cept. ... Shaggy..   :|   bah. but it's got nice songs. exterminate. no limit. what is love. u got 2 noe. how can i love you more. It's My Life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. i feel like a loser. .. typing out song title?!?! bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugene got a blog. http://eternalgene.blogspot.com. nice template. i *think* he did it himself. tho it resembles something from blogskins. gee. i'm talking abt someone i dunno. loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. zw just signed in. after amanda -twinkle in eye. the evil within.- wahax. ... i haven't done chem homework.   dang.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. mark changed his template. plain. simple. but sorta. nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fwee. wants to ask somebody something. dare not. sigh. cwap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punjabi skool was evil yesterday. ---can't can't can't stand harveen. and i'm gonna be sitting like within a 1m radius of her for the next 4 mths. gee. dunno where penji got the smart idea of splitting us into GrOuPs. i mean lyk.. they're definitely changing their system of doing things or something. lyk when it started (this whole sikh education foundationg thing) books were pieces of paper held together by some extra strong sticky tape [which everyone loved to peel] and now they're all properly bound up.... sigh. and the teachers...... slowly becoming more 'creative' ...... bah. which come to something else altogether. ze ppl. funny we've seen each other every saturday for like more than 7 years. and wat do we noe bt each other...? hardly anything. k2 till now. bah. from kindergarten to tnps. then to shps. now rg. made lotsa goo friends. still keep in touch with them. and these ppl i see every week? nothing. period.     sad aint it. fuzz. crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was listening to keeran's cd using alicia's discman when i got to class. evil keeran. she's a deejay!!!!!!! in her skool at least. i mean their skool has a cca = radio station stuffies!?!?!?! tt is lyk so unfair. - goes off to pasir ris crest- and they get to bring back cds..... she had atomic kitten, avril  and linkin park with her. all mi favs. so unfairly evil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back.... think i shld do chem first. then geog. then get back here. wahax. lol =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. amanda like zw!!!&lt;br /&gt;ps 2 . zw is lovesick !!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======wahax. ignore the last bit. wait! dont. ...... the truth. hurts.            wahax=====&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105930858839001139?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105930858839001139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105930858839001139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105930858839001139' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105910354173333294</id><published>2003-07-25T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T11:25:41.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw. do all comps hate mi or am i juz a freak? baaahhhh. wateva. just restarted the comp. all the changes to the template G o n e. sweet and sour. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105910354173333294?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105910354173333294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105910354173333294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910354173333294' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105910221600011455</id><published>2003-07-25T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T11:03:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. happi. yet depressed. sto0pid. now i'm stuck listening to westlife songs. =D. oh wellz. meddling with the template again. need to update linkz. and a site for quiz results. yea. .................. boooooooored. todae no skool. god noes why. but everyone's happi. wahax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i sound lyk a loser. l8er. mi go meddle with the templates first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105910221600011455?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105910221600011455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105910221600011455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910221600011455' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105892140968913273</id><published>2003-07-23T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T08:50:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN. freak the computer. all simrans fault. the comp hung. and mi nice long post = gone. damn. dun care. shant do it all over again. damn. wateva.&lt;br /&gt;gtg for recess now. damn the needlework room. bah&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=tasting the purest of pain=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105892140968913273?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105892140968913273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105892140968913273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892140968913273' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105868083115875834</id><published>2003-07-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T14:10:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah. has decided to start blogging again. it just builds up after a while. wahax. i am evil. ppl have been complaining tt i dun blog. the fact is : i blog AnD post... BUT dun publish =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neway. got back home at 12 midnight yest. =D. and ThEn actually had SaTay. so crap. sto0pid satay. was actually spoilt. so i had one stick. and we threw the rest away. went to sleep at 1. then this morning woke up at 930. wanted to wake up at 8 -sigh- then MuMmY called. sho she came to mi hse at abt 1030. was rushing. took the suit and went off =D she had cell grp at 11 at HeR hse and was at mi hse at lyk 1050 ?!? hah. budden her dad was wit her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. mi is trying to get a freaking tagboard, do history, AnD blog at the same time. bah. be back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=To.Be.Continued=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105868083115875834?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105868083115875834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105868083115875834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105868083115875834' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105697943805034380</id><published>2003-06-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T21:23:58.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT THING YOU DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you doin' that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart into a million pieces like you always do&lt;br /&gt;and you don't mean to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;you never even knew about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through&lt;br /&gt;well I try and try to forget you &lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna find a way to let you know that you'll be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;cause we could be happy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;if you'd only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;and keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;cause I try and try to forget you &lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don't ask a lot &lt;br /&gt;but I know one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;it's the love I haven't got &lt;br /&gt;and I just can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;cause we could be happy can't you see&lt;br /&gt;if you'd only let me be the one to hold you and keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;and if I know you you're doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;every day just doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you doing that thing you do&lt;br /&gt; ==========================That.thing.you.do==========================&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105697943805034380?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105697943805034380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105697943805034380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105697943805034380' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105688759008247103</id><published>2003-06-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T19:53:39.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/x0xl0nlineszx0x/1050879512_umentseyes.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x872ce54)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the one who holds back your feelings from&lt;br&gt;others and yourself. You dont want to show&lt;br&gt;people your weak u dont want sympathy. Your&lt;br&gt;strong but maybe... you should show ur&lt;br&gt;feelings, just alittle*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105688759008247103?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105688759008247103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105688759008247103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105688759008247103' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105686238352361779</id><published>2003-06-29T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T12:53:03.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When We Risk It All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't blame others when love dwindles away - &lt;br /&gt;For we knew from the start it never promised to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those things were the stakes are high - &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it's forever, and sometimes it's good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love the right way, you will never lose - &lt;br /&gt;No matter what path life may force you to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may end up with tears, or a broken heart - &lt;br /&gt;But you knew what you signed up for from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only give what you've got to give - &lt;br /&gt;And if that's not enough, then you must continue to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will go on and broken hearts will heal - &lt;br /&gt;You must continue on your quest, for that's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your heart into life, and never stall - &lt;br /&gt;For the greatest risk is to risk nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, love is the only thing that we know - &lt;br /&gt;That can be divided and divided but continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life isn't long enough to lock away our heart - &lt;br /&gt;Just because life may have forced two people apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to love and continue to lose - &lt;br /&gt;We will continue to pick and continue to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day we will just risk it all - &lt;br /&gt;Take the chains off our hearts and dismantle the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time we love will be the forever - &lt;br /&gt;And never again will our hearts be forced to sever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll never have doubts that it'll go away - &lt;br /&gt;Because this time, it'll be here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then we must endure all the pain - &lt;br /&gt;For we only see sunshine if we can wait through the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105686238352361779?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105686238352361779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105686238352361779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105686238352361779' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105681706253993195</id><published>2003-06-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T10:32:20.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blasto. -is mad- shalt start blogging.. yea rite. geez. anyway. shalt describe this horrible day to.. the spirits around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 11.30 todae. yea.. late i noe. and i slept EaRlY last nite :S and i was supposed to be at weixian's hse at 2 for the blasted radio play thing. &lt;br /&gt;-shalt continue yesterdays post-  so at 2... i left the house. O_o. well slightly b4 2... -looks arnd...yz no where in sight-  yeah and i reached her house at nearly 4. was sitting on the train reading totto-chan :S ... din have mi phone... blast. And the worst thing tt cld happen happened. decided to take taxi instead of bus to her hse from the mrt station.... AnD the taxi driver din noe the way-faint- blasto. anyway.. finally got there. and we spent one and a half hours there. really stupid. [grant =P] to cut this short, i end off : i spent at least threee hours on a blasted train to waste 1 1/2 hrs doing sometihng that is 5 mins long. talk abt irony. blast. &lt;br /&gt;++i think im blasting too much.. but do i care...++ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna type stufff.. reallii funn stufff... but i can't. blast promises. and felling bad -glares at amanda- stupid feel.bad syndrome. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105681706253993195?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105681706253993195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105681706253993195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681706253993195' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105672147631934010</id><published>2003-06-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:44:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. ignore all previous entries from this second on. yay. the template's done. a different one.. tt one.. sorta boring :S&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. shall blog some other time &lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;AUTOMOBILES STILL LOVE OREOS. so ThErE. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;yea sure im doing this coz she's i'm going to give her ze blog address in 10 seconds and she'll get AnGrY... PiSsEd... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105672147631934010?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105672147631934010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105672147631934010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105672147631934010' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105637093580601353</id><published>2003-06-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T20:22:15.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okie. i dun give a shit 'bout whether the template's done or not. why shld i. not lyk anyones readingthis rite. there. and wats a tagboard for when not a soul reads a blog. so. yea. gotta get this out. i can't scream in anyone's face. no i cant even say anything to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105637093580601353?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105637093580601353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105637093580601353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105637093580601353' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105438636204740039</id><published>2003-05-31T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T21:06:01.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.test. yezz AgAiN.. its gonna take me years to get this template right. *sighz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105438636204740039?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105438636204740039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105438636204740039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105438636204740039' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105429474384396036</id><published>2003-05-30T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T19:39:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*test after change of template*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105429474384396036?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105429474384396036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5438703/posts/default/105429474384396036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105429474384396036' title=''/><author><name>sharan !</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5438703.post-105429234623738900</id><published>2003-05-30T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T18:59:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*test**test*&lt;br /&gt;*will change template before i start blogging*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5438703-105429234623738900?l=ghostofyouandme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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