<?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-6305968</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:54:35.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+kisses+ //Just give me one more chance..</title><subtitle type='html'>about me. my thoughts. my feelings. my life. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-108031070022682996</id><published>2004-03-26T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T22:27:05.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF=http://www.kidzworld.com&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/quiz/qs11036693335859.gif ALT="Take the Girlfriend Quiz at www.kidzworld.com!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/A&gt;You're a Dream GF!&lt;br /&gt;You're a definite keeper. You're not needy or clingy and you're almost as much fun to be around as one of the guys! You know exactly how much space your guy needs and how to keep your own groove on while in a relationship.&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/6305968-108031070022682996?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/108031070022682996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/108031070022682996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031070022682996' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-108020885874353458</id><published>2004-03-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:04:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, this past week loads of stuff has happened. 2st of all, my internet got cut off. dont ask me why but my dad thought that i was addicted so he removed it so that i can prove to him that i CAN live without it. well, i proved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i've quitted band. dont know, but i have a feeling that i will regret it nxt tym. well, i passed the letter to mrs oh rady. goodbye band!! its been a very fun 2yrs in it. feel as if i let my seniors down. coz i promised them that nxt SYF we'll do better. well, now i dont even get to participate. and i oso miss my flute so much. but thats the bad side. the good side is that i finally feel free to do wadever i want withought having to go 4 band practice anymore. well, anyway, since im talking about band, i've got a little advertising to do. SHSS symphonic band concert on the 8th of april. at the victoria concert hall. tix at $10 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... on tuesday, during chinese lesson, the stupid chinese teacher threatened us. wonder whether i can sue him for that.. haha.. he said that if we dont get a distinction for chinese next year, he'll kill us all. that were his exact words... he used the word KILL. must be really emotional. well, if anyone dies after o level results come out 2 yrs from now, we can accuse him of murder. too bad no one actually recorded it. and anyway i dont think he even meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had PE. its so fucked up. i ran so hard.. n i really really tried this time. i ran. for the first time in my life. i wanted to pass. my personal goal this year. well, so stupid. I FAILED. by a freakin' 20 secs. how stupid can that get. its so not fair. and on top of that, i think i injured my hip. it hurts so badly when i walk... im never gonna run ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-108020885874353458?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/108020885874353458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/108020885874353458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020885874353458' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107977726530472624</id><published>2004-03-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T18:11:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im back from malaysia!! went to port dickson. nice place sia.. the beach all so nice. had a great time tanning and stuff. i think i got darker but its not that obvious. but good enuff lahz. the 1st day went to this hotel called cous paradise. it wasnt very nice coz got all these indian ppl swimming around the pool in jeans and t shirts and stuff. so gross. den all e malay aunties wear their sarong with e head thing and go swim. den everything floating around. so disgusting. so my parents decided to shift hotel. went to a nicer one called avillion. woah.. the whole place so nice ok. like very balinese liddat. shiok arh. the hotel was on stilts so when the tide came in we could see the sea. very nice. but i saw the bill for 1 night was like 800RM. so ex ok. the food there oso very nice. most of the time we had seafood. the crabs!! so nice ok. wish could stay there a little longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107977726530472624?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107977726530472624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107977726530472624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107977726530472624' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107950011340117062</id><published>2004-03-17T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T13:11:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/Iceangel143/1078085833_sheartsick.JPG" border="0" alt="heartsick" width="364" height="273"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a heartsick soul! Youre the type of girl&lt;br&gt;who always has a crush and is writing their&lt;br&gt;name on all your books. You are a hopeless&lt;br&gt;romantic. Waiting for that prince charming, you&lt;br&gt;take love seriously, but still play any chance&lt;br&gt;you get. You can have a lot if boys who are&lt;br&gt;friends, but waiting for that perfect&lt;br&gt;boyfriend. Sometimes you are discouraged&lt;br&gt;because there are no sparks but even if the&lt;br&gt;smallest thing happens, youre on Cloud 9.  You&lt;br&gt;believe in true love and wait for it. Just dont&lt;br&gt;be afraid to take a chance. Love is all about&lt;br&gt;risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Iceangel143/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20SOUL%20do%20you%20posses%3F%20(For%20Girls%20only)%20Incredible%20Anime%20Pictures!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of SOUL do you posses? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107950011340117062?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107950011340117062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107950011340117062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950011340117062' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107943554457376717</id><published>2004-03-16T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T19:15:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day i woke up early again. so stupid. holiday oso cannot wake up late. anyway, went to sci centre today for some crap bio thing. we're not even taking bio and we have to go. so idiotic. we had to sit thru like 3 hrs of lecture on how 2 make bacteria glow or something like that. it was VERY stupid and VERY boring. even mr bakar left. i think he went 2 see the lotr exhibition. so unfair. the only fun part of the excursion was the bus ride. that was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to watch haunted mansion. was a really really nice show. so touching. but i expected it 2 b a little bit scarier. but good oso lahz.. i cant take scary shows. i'll get nightmares. haha... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107943554457376717?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107943554457376717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107943554457376717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943554457376717' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107934992846361321</id><published>2004-03-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:28:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo!!! i finally dyed me hair! so haooy. haha... and i love the colour coz its so nice! haha.. crap. hope my parents dont notice but i think they will coz its damn obvious but hu cares!! I DYED MY HAIR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107934992846361321?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107934992846361321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107934992846361321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934992846361321' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107931572831305407</id><published>2004-03-15T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:58:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the hols are here!! can wake up late. haha... but cant sleep lahz. so stupid. my bro outside watching hollowman. i think i should watch with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107931572831305407?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107931572831305407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107931572831305407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107931572831305407' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107926685605975527</id><published>2004-03-14T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:24:09.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/LilithRain/1079258141_sbubbles03.gif" border="0" alt="You Are Bubbles!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft, sweet and free-spirited, you could be&lt;br&gt;mistaken for Bubbles' twin! You love to be kind&lt;br&gt;to others and always have a smile on your face.&lt;br&gt;You especially love the natural world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/LilithRain/quizzes/Which%20Powerpuff%20Girl%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Powerpuff Girl Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107926685605975527?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926685605975527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926685605975527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926685605975527' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107926673375545908</id><published>2004-03-14T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:22:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EerieFreek/1061473500_ARAGE-GIRL.JPG" border="0" alt="GARAGE GURL - Flirt inna Skirt!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;A GARAGE-GURL. Youre into loud music, hot guys and&lt;br&gt;wild fashions. Youre most at ease when you've&lt;br&gt;got all your mates around you and you like to&lt;br&gt;party. Boys are a game and youre always on the&lt;br&gt;ball because you make sure youre always number&lt;br&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;Your virtues: Confidence, fun nature, sociability.&lt;br /&gt;Your flaws: Loudness, jealous tendency, need for&lt;br&gt;attention..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107926673375545908?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926673375545908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926673375545908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926673375545908' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107926641063458973</id><published>2004-03-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:16:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/superbean/1078640069_nGirlColor.jpg" border="0" alt="anime chick"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a human shadow.  If a loved one needs you,&lt;br&gt;you are always right at his or her heels! Your&lt;br&gt;deep social connection with human beings&lt;br&gt;produces your qualities of genuine caring and&lt;br&gt;charisma.  However, at times you are naive to&lt;br&gt;the true nature of your loved ones.  Remember&lt;br&gt;that humans' gift of free will does not always&lt;br&gt;lead them in wise directions.  But your essence&lt;br&gt;of love and friendship represent the other&lt;br&gt;precious gifts of humanity. Overall you are a&lt;br&gt;strikingly valuable and innocent being who has&lt;br&gt;a lot to give.(please rate my quiz cuz it took&lt;br&gt;me for freaking ever to create)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/superbean/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Shadow%20Are%20You%3F%20(with%20gorgeous%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Shadow Are You? (with gorgeous pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107926641063458973?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926641063458973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107926641063458973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926641063458973' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107924977819011914</id><published>2004-03-14T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T15:39:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally found a template i like. Its sorta simple so its good lahz... less hassle. i removed the tagboard also. total waste of time and space. andyway the skin doesnt have a space for tagboard also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107924977819011914?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107924977819011914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107924977819011914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924977819011914' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107907752265672297</id><published>2004-03-12T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:48:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was stupid. i accidentally left the medicine i got on wednesday in my bag n my dad saw it. i stupidly told him that it didnt belong to me although it had my name on it. cant believe i actually did that. that was so stupid. then he asked me if i pontang school so i told him no. when i wanted to admit, i remembered that i went to e pasir ris polyclinic at 3+... just like the time after school. so i told him that i got the mc to pontang band. that was better. but he sent me on a guilt trip saying how much i betrayed his stuff blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really felt so guilty. dont ever wanna pon again. its such a huge risk im not willing to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got back my results today. it was &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; bad. i failed 4 subjects out of 7. that really sux. and i fail overall. failed my a &amp; e maths, chinese n humanities. at least i passed my pure geog.. and i got 2 As which isnt really that bad lah but its the stupid chinese that pulled me down. a freakin 22 marks. thats so bad. never got so low b4. and the stupid chinese tcher doesnt wanna give me CLB. so cruel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107907752265672297?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107907752265672297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107907752265672297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907752265672297' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107891092721279382</id><published>2004-03-10T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T17:31:55.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>havent been blogging for quite sum time rady. haha.. ytd went 2 eat sakae sushi e buffet. all e sushi so nice. but i think i had 2 much.. i took like 10 pieces of eel. den i was forced to eat another 1... it became so bad. suddenly the eel i loved so much became my enemy. i felt like puking.. but i had a lot of fun eating sushi. it was so delicious. haha.. and then in eastpoint, i lost my button 4 my school blouse. that was so stupid. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today i didnt go 2 school- again. pontang. went 2 sch in e morning den at like 7.15 then i left with rachel. went to tampines polyclinic 2 get e mc but then i made a stupid mistake. i 4got that they kept records. i went there last week saying that i felt like fainting and i got 2 days mc. so i thought that dis tym if i do the same i can still get mc. wrong. they thought i had low bloog count or sugar count or wadeva and they wanted 2 make me go for more checks and stuff. i think its injection or wadeva. but i didnt go, more queuing n i HATE queues. so i left with rachy. she didnt manage 2 get her mc either. so we didnr care n we took cab 2 town. compliments of rach. THANKS RACH!! so we went and watched 'big fish'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice show. very touching but a bit slow n boring at times. but overall was good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, after the show went back 2 the east coz was like 2 already n i needed 2 get home early. rach oso. so we went to pasir ris polyclinic in a 2nd attempt to get our mcs. this time it wasnt so bad. the place is nicer too. cleaner n has a less sick feeling.. went to the doc n told her i had a headache. she believed me. i got the mc.. finally. but this time it wasnt so cheap. the first one was 4 bucks n i didnt get anything.. now 5.40 or sumting... so altogether juz 2 get out of school is 10 bucks.. so waste money. shud have gone 2 pasir ris straight away. tampines was such a waste of time. waited there for 2 hrs n didnt get anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the whole 2day was really fun. shud do it more often. haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107891092721279382?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107891092721279382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107891092721279382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107891092721279382' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107874628132724013</id><published>2004-03-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T19:47:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I updated my blog again. wanted something light and cute and i found this. i kinda like it except for the picture which is a little deformed. and also, i cant seen to get the 'A' thing out of the system. Dont know whats causing it. but on the whole i think this is rili rili sweet and cute.. haha.. i tried changing the pic but all the pics turned out blurry so i didnt change it. anyway, hope all of u like the new layout :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107874628132724013?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107874628132724013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107874628132724013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107874628132724013' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107839416033496057</id><published>2004-03-04T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T17:58:59.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today so fun. school half day so went 2 sch early morning n decided 2 pon tang with nic. walked 2 interchange e mac n ate our breakfast. everyone was staring at us. coz we were wearing our school u.. anyway, i stared back at them. so went to the polyclinic 2 buy mc. wahlao... the queue so damn long lorz. waited there more den an hr. finally i got my mc. told e doc tt i felt faint. he bought it n even gave me 2 days mc n 1 wk of no PE!! this is e best day ever! but i think i'll go 2 sch tmr. my parents dont know abt e mc so i cant stay hm. anyway, went 2 bugis to shop but didnt get anything. so went 2 city hall 2 eat. then we decided to watch movie. so went to dhoby ghaut n watched butterfly effect. &lt;br /&gt;quite a nice show i must say. didnt expect it 2 be that good. but go some parts quite scary. im not much of a thriller movie person but the movie was quite good. interesting plot. after that went 2 city link to shop some more. saw a really sweet dress. i love so much. nic said it made me look 2 sweet bt who cares. i think im gonna get it. then after that decided to go home coz tired already. walk so much, so exhausting. i rili rili hope wont kena caught. i dont think will lahz.. but if kena i rili rili will die le... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107839416033496057?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107839416033496057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107839416033496057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107839416033496057' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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You&lt;br&gt;probably enjoy painting your nails in bright&lt;br&gt;colors, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/RaeChan/quizzes/What%20Color%20Are%20Your%20Anime%20Eyes%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color Are Your Anime Eyes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EerieFreek/1061515649_resyoshimi.JPG" border="0" alt="Yoshimi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yoshimi - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EerieFreek/quizzes/What%20would%20your%20Japanese%20name%20be%3F%20(female)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What would your Japanese name be? 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Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107726323132935592</id><published>2004-02-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:49:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got so pissed off wif some1 today. she was being irritating n a bitch. nowadays i get very easily irritated with her. im not gonna say the name. she was making a lot of noise n attracting so much attention. dont know whats wrong with her. inferiorty complex i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, today got maths again. i decided not 2 make ong lulu cry anymore. no one was supporting me. i hate 3b. no bond. so i decided to stop. then we had geog test 2day. im gonna flunk it. didnt know how 2 do most of the questions. if i pass i'll be rili rili happy. but i doubt so. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107726323132935592?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107726323132935592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107726323132935592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107726323132935592' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107718996492530596</id><published>2004-02-19T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T19:28:45.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a good day. during maths lesson, i made ms ong lulu [maths tcher] cry. she was so pissing me off so i just stared at er really hard. i knew she was scared. i saw the fear in here eyes. then nic n i started asking many stupid questions and pissing her off really bad. she was controlling her tears. but i saw it. it rolled down her cheeks and she just brushed it away. she sux. she didnt even ans my question. i hate her. she so weak. over a little thing she starts crying. if 2 ppl can make her cry, i wonder wad she will do if the whole class was against her. maybe she'll quit the school. thats wad happened to my p6 chinese teacher. she quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was PE. PE sux. i failed me 2.4 again. as usual. a pathetic timing of 25 mins. but its kinda good counting that i walked almost all the way. but i did run during the 1st stretch. i was in front throughout the 1st part. i needed 2 prove something. but then i stopped. no point wasting my energy on something as stupid as PE. im tired and my legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch, we went 2 suntec 4 e IT convention thingy. it was so boring. there was this talk and people were showcasing their 'inventions'. appreciate the effort but it was so boring. so mr wee got bored too so we left early. went shopping with nic, cheryl, gervais n wei ming. quite boring. but i managed 2 get a prezzie 4 my dad. it was cute. finally i finish my present shopping. im totally broke now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107718996492530596?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107718996492530596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107718996492530596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718996492530596' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107709290581083258</id><published>2004-02-18T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:32:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1076893047_ctureswind.jpg" border="0" alt="wind"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Elemant is Wind. You're light-hearted,&lt;br&gt;care-free, kind, sensative, and mysterious. You&lt;br&gt;have friends and most absolutely love you. You&lt;br&gt;can be calm and soothing one minute and ragging&lt;br&gt;in anger the next so no one wants to get on&lt;br&gt;your bad side. You're beauty is inspiring and&lt;br&gt;magical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/carmabell/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Element(girls)%3F%20(PICTURES)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Element(girls)? (PICTURES)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047167311_esQuizidol.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8a59b78)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107709290581083258?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107709290581083258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107709290581083258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107709290581083258' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107701008023192592</id><published>2004-02-17T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:40:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>chinese 2day was stupid. i was talking and e stupid mr low told me 2 sit in front. he said he's gonna give beta forms 2 anybody he catches talking twice. i dont give a damn. he sux. he pretends he nice and all but i think he's trying 2 make us like him. actually, its not working very well.. i think he's gonna give me a beta form. i dun think u can get a beta 4 talking.. but hu cares. a pathetic beta form wont affect me. i dont care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den during a maths, mrs wong caught me using my fone. she sux too. i hate all my teachers. she told me that she would confiscate it if she sees me using it again. but at least she didnt just take it away from me. my parents will so kill me if i got it confiscated. i hate a maths. mrs wong still refuses 2 give me the marks. i need it. my mum says that if i dont do well, shes gonna get me tuition. i dont want tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i didnt go for band. havent seen me sec1 juniors yet. wonder how they are. heard that they sucked. its good i havent seen them yet. less stress in my life. i went to pasir ris instead. rachel treated us 2 e taxi ride. thanks rach!! went there to get my new ez link card coz i lost it. the stupid lady says that i need my birth cert. hu will carry a birth cert wif them?? i went all the way there for nth. what a waste of time. at least i did a lil bit of shopping. im so broke now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on thursday we're gg 2 suntec city for some IT convention thingy. mr wee [form tcher] forced us. he's trying 2 make the class look good. but at least we'll be dismissing from there. that means i ca go shopping after that. these few days feel like shopping a lot although i got no money. haiz.. i hope i'll get a raise soon. but i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me daddy says we may be gg to america 4 a few years. hopefully we can. then i can get my driver's licence next yr. juz dont wanna leave my life behind. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107701008023192592?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107701008023192592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107701008023192592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107701008023192592' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107692885388621410</id><published>2004-02-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:58:41.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day e stupid mrs wong gave back our a maths test papers. i hate her. she refuse 2 give me 2 fuckin marks. i hate her. i cancelled e stupid 'n'. she didnt want 2 gv me e marks. i feel lyk plucking out her eyeballs n feeding it 2 e birds. evrything 2day is so pissing me off. at least something good came out 2day. i bought prezzies 4 nic,jade n tinsley. burned a hole in my pocket. now im completely broke. i hate it. still owe nic 15 bucks. i have no idea where im gonna get e money from man. this sux. today sux.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107692885388621410?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107692885388621410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107692885388621410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692885388621410' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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Nothing could be any&lt;br&gt;better for you....you may even have a love one&lt;br&gt;in your life....go you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Vincentsdream/quizzes/What%20Emotion%20Dominates%20you%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Emotion Dominates you? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107684573133979586?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684573133979586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684573133979586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684573133979586' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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You always seem lost in&lt;br&gt;a daydream about the person you care about&lt;br&gt;most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WhiteWhispers/quizzes/What%20Do%20You%20Truly%20Desire%3F%20*PICS*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Do You Truly Desire? *PICS*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107684553776192044?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684553776192044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684553776192044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684553776192044' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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You love beauty and&lt;br&gt;creativity, and usually are highly intelligent.&lt;br&gt;Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet&lt;br&gt;also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mechangel/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Soul%20Do%20You%20Have%20%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Soul Do You Have ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107684535858320278?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684535858320278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107684535858320278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684535858320278' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107606935938494816</id><published>2004-02-06T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T20:11:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day went to watch torque. its such a cool show. and the guy was so cute... haha...  n i went 2 pierce my ears. its so nice... i love it so much... finally i got me 3rd ear hole. now i feel lyk piercing more. haha.. haiz.. but e only thing bad about today is the stupid crosscountry. so long. but at least got some fun lahz... walk and talk and make so much noise. haha.. i was a fun day lahz... but i hv no idea y my legz r aching now. its not as if i ran or anything but i think its gonna get worse and worse. man.. i hate running. well, i came in almost last anyway.. so i think im gonna have to run extra round next week during PE. haiz... this sux. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107606935938494816?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107606935938494816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107606935938494816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606935938494816' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107588132257815082</id><published>2004-02-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T15:57:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've updated the layout again. i think its sweet. feeling kinda sweet now actually. feel like giving away stuff and being nice 2 everyone. but i doubt the feeling's gonna last. soon i'll be sulking around.. daydreaming.. thinking of how much i miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107588132257815082?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107588132257815082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107588132257815082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107588132257815082' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107561649889426350</id><published>2004-02-01T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T14:23:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life nowadays rili sux. everything is so boring. there's no suspense or wadeva now. its juz go to sch... go hm.. sleep.. there's no boys 2 think about.. no backstabbing... no bitiching... nothing... i miss it all... and this friday is crosscountry... i think i'll faint or something... can u imagine me running 4.8km?? u muz be mad man.. no way am i running... maybe i'll pon tang school... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107561649889426350?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107561649889426350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107561649889426350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561649889426350' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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I think its cute :D i love mr boomba.. he's so cute.. hehe.. n e gal he likes is so adorable!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107443424956460637?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107443424956460637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107443424956460637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443424956460637' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. Im not waiting any longer..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07772965109473358174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6305968.post-107416410298455559</id><published>2004-01-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T20:24:34.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i failed me 2.4km run/jog/walk again. what a waste of time... y does e stupid mr kwok [pe tcher] have to keep forcing me 2 do this?? cant he see that i dont run so well? and its not as if im fat lorz... so why cant he just stop testing me over and over again?? its a waste of my time and his time. why must school even have PE?? that really sux..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6305968-107416410298455559?l=sandyshores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107416410298455559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6305968/posts/default/107416410298455559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandyshores.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107416410298455559' title=''/><author><name>StEpH_I've given up.. 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