<?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-2203751407216947714</id><updated>2011-12-08T23:39:58.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw My Hands In The AYER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zoom.</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-4185787664572264449</id><published>2009-02-07T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:51:43.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia, woah, oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatcouldvebeen.wordpress.com"&gt;Click Here For Continued Ramblings Of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-4185787664572264449?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4185787664572264449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=4185787664572264449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4185787664572264449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4185787664572264449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/insomnia-woah-oh.html' title='Insomnia, woah, oh.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3230670356403538896</id><published>2009-02-04T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:08:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; you promised me forevermore.</title><content type='html'>I thought you said forever. &lt;div&gt;If we had been forever;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I want a little more than forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3230670356403538896?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3230670356403538896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3230670356403538896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3230670356403538896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3230670356403538896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-promised-me-forevermore.html' title='&amp; you promised me forevermore.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-827200015408591087</id><published>2009-02-01T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:17:36.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night, I forgot to mention- the way that I feel, the way that I'll remember this.</title><content type='html'>Hello Bala &amp;amp; Yoman.&lt;div&gt;STOP CALLING ME MUTHU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, credit Bala &amp;amp; Yoman to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but actually if Specialness dear, you, weren't soo obsessed with Barker Boys and had to talk about them during Crocodile Physics class, I wouldn't have gone, "what? Who's YOMAN?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you gave yourself YOMAN, good for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life been okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum's got herself a long lost sister, so hello new aunt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how when I see these things happen in tv shows I go like, woah. That's sick. (In a good way)  and like, omfg, that would be so shocking/exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Something that was worthy to cue the dramatic music in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now that it's actually happening to my family I feel like....oh, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not like going, fuck that's radical or even being in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like I feel, just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told trudy though. This piece of news seems like it has to be told to someone though I in all honesty I think it's like...whatever, lets get on with life, I want a liverpool bottle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't tell Shauna though, being the cynical biatch she is. YES SHAUNA DEAR. I hate it when you clap your hands and go wow blah blah in that annoying tone of voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess if you didn't do irritating things, that make me wanna punch your face in I wouldn't love you so much when you're sacrificing your humps to salvage our bench or overreacting about me spilling rootbeer on your mac or sinking way in to the lives xuan and company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're retarded shizz and I love you so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'll tell zirong though, running out of topics to speak with you about during class, current table budd-eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you with the passion of the heating, searing the core of the Earth BestBestFWEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've no idea how to do the Geography stuff, help me during school? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you too ANGYINGXUAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though you've taken off hearts from my link on your blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this second time, going to your house to "do work"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's dublin mudslide and s'mores in my brothers' freezer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;All of these guards they stand tall and defensive&lt;br /&gt;Putting up walls around what was once innocent&lt;br /&gt;It won't let me in, but I'm stronger than that&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you stole my eyes and I've never looked back&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-827200015408591087?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/827200015408591087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=827200015408591087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/827200015408591087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/827200015408591087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night-i-forgot-to-mention-way-that.html' title='Last night, I forgot to mention- the way that I feel, the way that I&apos;ll remember this.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3151468631408534781</id><published>2009-01-25T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:16:02.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like insomnia, woah oh.</title><content type='html'>I feel terrible. &lt;div&gt;Aghhhh, this kinda sick is so shitting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, *#$&amp;amp;@#! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh, I feel terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the worst part is that I get "waves" of intense horrific sickly pain where I just roll over and pray for death, and in between I'm so screwed in knowing yet another "wave" of depressing sickly-ness is imminent, that I haven't been doing any homework at all):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my mumm-eh just came in to gloat, on the pretext of CARING. she ruffled my hair and said it was ROUGH): be damned for I use the over priced conditioner she gave me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My maids can't wait for me to die as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them came in to force some medicine(POISON!) down my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I needed food as well! But she said- here? refering to my soon to be death-bed. To hell with you and your hesitation! I know she was waiting for me to die of starvation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woe is me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3151468631408534781?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3151468631408534781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3151468631408534781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3151468631408534781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3151468631408534781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/01/feels-like-insomnia-woah-oh.html' title='feels like insomnia, woah oh.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-7795597630278963778</id><published>2009-01-22T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:42:20.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermassive Black Hole.</title><content type='html'>Life's been crazy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novices went okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Team was shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's okay! It's alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least we don't look like a unicorn or have a coach that wears the same Blue shirt and khaki shorts every weekend ay!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever, we have next year and the year after that...and the rest lives actually to fix this fencing thing up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Cindy, Trudy and Nicolette from their lunges to their parries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and did I mention I hate L.A., hate it, hate it, hate it, I hate this imposter they call sec 2 L.A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I soo miss Mr Kaw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing's have been the same, somewhat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's seems to be something different, but I can't point it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think back a year ago, right around this time, Yingxuan, Pris, Clarice and me were pyschotically close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it just feels like, not one of them would suggestively react towards sec ones sitting in OUR SPOT, just so we could laugh our asses off and chase them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I think I love my life right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So kill me for not knowing how sickly lucky I was and still am to have Shirley Lee over that "You might think she's sexy and all but Posh is anorexic and is going to die soon!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cookies me and Vania baked are fucking awesome so yours can just go eat themselves up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CEDRIC IS A BIG COOKIE, sexy thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training's still training throwing in some overly large sec ones. Screw it! I REFUSE TO BE SHORT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yinghui still ogles at the waterpolo guys, but at poolside today we did feel nostalgic over that moment she got us to sit at the side to look at them then we heard some horndog JC waterpoler proclaiming he "fucked all the sec ones" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica Chooo's still SALIVA CONCIOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember those holiday trainings,  goddamnit I want them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eunice is crazycute still, Claire's the bona fide bimbo, that never changes and I like the moments I pass Bethany in the corridor and wave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my seniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Batchbuddies are horrifically endearing as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh duck it, I just remembered. WHERE ARE THE STRAWBERRIES WU WING SHAN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with all this, when I wake up in the morning, I'll lug stella's BUILD A BEAR present across bukit timah and take everything back to those lian days in Raffles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me, I love my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://98CA7CC6-3175-47E3-B2A4-A98A9495FB8A/picture.php.jpg" alt="picture.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew Bellamy is Sex- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-7795597630278963778?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7795597630278963778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=7795597630278963778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/7795597630278963778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/7795597630278963778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/01/supermassive-black-hole.html' title='Supermassive Black Hole.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-607458088381699254</id><published>2009-01-15T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:02:27.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone.</title><content type='html'>Life's been crazy for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for those, &lt;em&gt;adversely&lt;/em&gt; affected by my crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jingwei, don't know if you check back here or anything since you're a TERRIBLE ACSI BOY, but we didn't do too well. Barely made it into the Top Twenty): FTW for this saturday team's! how come the guys are so unsupportive?! no banner, no fan club?! But, how'd shenkai do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and-okayokay. hah. I think Itouchs are thinner though. SKINNY is greatness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're quite the avid blogger eh, peiling? haha, that's good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry won't link any of you yet! will do soon, maybe?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Story is a nice song, random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew. So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-607458088381699254?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/607458088381699254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=607458088381699254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/607458088381699254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/607458088381699254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-me-somewhere-we-can-be-alone.html' title='Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3022520865461064581</id><published>2009-01-05T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:05:04.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never knew I could feel that much.</title><content type='html'>I think my pulled my right arm, it hurts and I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;haven't showered yet either, catching up on homework I should've done a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;seeing shit that would play with my head didn't help either.&lt;br /&gt;I just want everything to go back to when I was stupid enough to never realise how disappointing I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm at the pinnicle of puberty, or whatever they call this teenage craziness, I swear with all these mood crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's 2am and i'm cursing your name. you're so in love that you act insane and that's the way I loved you-breakin' down and coming undone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3022520865461064581?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3022520865461064581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3022520865461064581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3022520865461064581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3022520865461064581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-knew-i-could-feel-that-much.html' title='never knew I could feel that much.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-884258223900387561</id><published>2009-01-02T15:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:33:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check on it.</title><content type='html'>the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New driver's here, hope this one lasts a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;But yay! No more pissy fits from mum in the mornings!&lt;br /&gt;but but today Training was cancelled then mum had to pick me.&lt;br /&gt;she was an hour late 'coz she was having a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;Mother of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have dinner with the family tonight. My big brother's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SV3IXnFZ_kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aAi8cX1wPH8/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286601845557034562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SV3IXnFZ_kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aAi8cX1wPH8/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum says Mortons but he wants Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Can you say Fat Cow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-884258223900387561?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/884258223900387561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=884258223900387561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/884258223900387561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/884258223900387561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day.html' title='Check on it.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SV3IXnFZ_kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aAi8cX1wPH8/s72-c/IMG_0579.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-2337065447009798894</id><published>2008-12-29T12:53:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:15:25.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been faraway, for far too long</title><content type='html'>I miss 42. I want to move back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhYmSFGfNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kr9tDlsiDRM/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071577430785234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhYmSFGfNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kr9tDlsiDRM/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhY0k3ElUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z4Yyz965lRw/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071822990382402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhY0k3ElUI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Z4Yyz965lRw/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhYKoe2YHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hUoGrYtlHKo/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285071102408024178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhYKoe2YHI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hUoGrYtlHKo/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhaN6WvyjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YetQ3ahxAr8/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285073357768739378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhaN6WvyjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YetQ3ahxAr8/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhZGc0qEwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mxkx9ZNcfWo/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285072130070418178" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhZGc0qEwI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Mxkx9ZNcfWo/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did I become stupid enough to say okay to moving away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-2337065447009798894?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2337065447009798894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=2337065447009798894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/2337065447009798894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/2337065447009798894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-faraway-for-far-too-long.html' title='been faraway, for far too long'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SVhYmSFGfNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kr9tDlsiDRM/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-1068766512921153283</id><published>2008-12-27T15:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:53:09.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; with every word we're growing distant.</title><content type='html'>I'M BACK! &lt;div&gt;yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm crazy sorry to SHAUNA DEAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I'd 'call in five' but my phone hanged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can't even turn it off or answer calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how since Jared Gerrard, my Iphone(Naming stuff is fun), appeared in my life I've hated it so much, but then I sorta can't believe how I ever survived without it before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's a mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucked how I miss fencing class too):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for some reason I'm like, nostalgic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That week in Vegas, hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh but I like slept through The Beatles, LOVE by cirque du soleil at the Mirage and the Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, funny thing is that I think Vegas's Venetian sucked like, eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weekend with my Mum, cousin and Mum's friends at Macau's Venetian was...nice(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think over there the Venetian is three times bigger:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, practically all the staff wore like the Gondola stripey shirts and black pants with the pretty red bow(: But in Vegas they didn't. They didn't have door men too! Even if you have automatic doors there should be like some guy to at least like...stand there and smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! and both the Plazzo and Venetian didn't give us, from the start, toothbrushes and those nifty toothpastes like ALL hotels give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What? They don't care about our dental hygiene? FUCK THEM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I don't know whether it was the damagingly dry dessert air or just that I don't like white people  or whatever! but I felt really touchy over there it was like every moment was a moment to say 'oh fuck' or 'fuck you' or 'fuck off' or 'fuckity fuck' just a simple 'fuck!' And it's so shocking since I'm soo not the vulgar type(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yay! I'm back. My lips are getting nice and watery(?) again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohoh! But I didn't sleep through the Blueman show! My parents are like 'no(!) they aren't as good as the Cirque du Soleil people 'coz they didn't flip around and "take risks(by not wearing cables and stuff)" or even wear tight tights' But I really liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I didn't like Love. I bought a bag from the gift shop!(: it says THE BEATLES:D And oh my god the acrobat gym-ie circus person who played one of the Beatles in the show was SOOO HOT. When were any one of the actual Beatles really hot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I fell asleep anyway so...go figure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but my parents fell asleep literally 2 minutes into the Phantom of The Opera. They had the wearing tights down but I guess not doing flips is boring. hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno what else to say, blogging is gay anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I bought gifts for people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought for Abigail, Zirong, Shauna, So Phia, Ingrid, Stella, Sherah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I BOUGHT FOR BELL AND JONA TOO(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Jona was the only person idiotic enough to send out christmas calls instead of smses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, but at least it made me get him and bell a present:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For everyone else I didn't get a present for, yes, it's because I don't like you(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahah, I miss singapore oxygen, it makes me that bit more loopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the last shot, don't wanna hurt anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAGG-A-TRON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh! nicolette(!), then who is N!C? gasps. I don't like anonymity): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also don't know who Jovel is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-1068766512921153283?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1068766512921153283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=1068766512921153283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/1068766512921153283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/1068766512921153283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-every-word-were-growing-distant.html' title='&amp; with every word we&apos;re growing distant.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-6186171358549784542</id><published>2008-12-25T18:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:11:55.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Babes, Direct To You 24/7</title><content type='html'>bye bye vegas in 16 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see all you soon I hope, hate the plane ride now.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna make it for Fencing class, pray I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nicolette's tag...Ugh must be someone who CARES about me! at least Ugh knows about my plans and stuff:) Liverpool kid is retarded though, retarded is great goodness:) Kel as in Kelvin then Liverpoolfan's a FENCINGMATE? gawd, I've wanted to say Fencingmate since like forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lloyd ...I play but I suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time I was wasting, hoping you would come around. I've been giving out chances and everytime all you do is let me down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, but I'm still hoping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-6186171358549784542?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6186171358549784542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=6186171358549784542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/6186171358549784542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/6186171358549784542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-babes-direct-to-you-247.html' title='Hot Babes, Direct To You 24/7'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-6232452341423912328</id><published>2008-12-17T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:36:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Why You Go Away.</title><content type='html'>Volume Three of Heroes is overrr.&lt;div&gt;Actually I didn't catch on until like they splashed the big END OF VOLUME on the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't realise that Sylar is actually now dead, until I saw some comments on the last part of episode on youtube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really warming up to Sylar as the Volume was going by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what really got me was the part where Now Peter goes back into the past with Future Peter who told him to go meet Sylar to figure this Butterfly Effect stuff out, just before he got shot by black haired Future Claire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I really liked how Sylar was all controlling his HUNGER for his SON. Like, AWWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only your parents didn't hate you and would go all crazy, blowing up a state just 'coz you died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also liked how he was supposedly Angela's son and Peter's brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going crazy hoping Angela had an affair and popped out Sylar, towards the end of the episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But alas, those psycho writers had to ruin everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I'm still not over the fact that Adam Monroe just went like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like OMG, OMG! He's back! Then BAHHM. Dumbass Arthur had to kill him:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur is so annoying, but I seriously thought they were gonna keep dragging on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a way it sucks how it goes just like how I sorta naively want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I've always hated Claire, why does she have to be the ONE all the time?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy Hiro got the catalyst, but then BAHHM again. STUPID ARTHUR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I wasn't really convinced of Hiro, 10 year old Hiro was cute. I think Ando has been Hot in character throughout though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad he's the Power Charger whatnot now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's something I can't really get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it mean that Claire never was the catalyst since the two of them being in the past always was meant to be that way? 'Coz the way Hiro only tore the formula into two, plays out into the present. So the couple of events they experienced leading up to the PRESENT PRESENT would not be changed 'coz they were supposed to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget it. I'm not SYLAR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sylar had a cool original ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Nathan is a loser in every sense of the word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even had to get an ability from daddy. He is such a fake ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on top of that, flying's a crap ability. I'm hoping the jab Peter gave himself to save his fakeass of a brother doesn't just give him FLIGHT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And about that too, why could Nathan just fly out on him own? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why couldn't he have flown out all those times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heroes is some crazy mind shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will continue watching though! Heroes is the love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're still reading after all that pointless rant(if you're not into Heroes) and you're still continuing, you must lurrrb me very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you think "lurb" is a great word? I think it's my favourite word. LURRB, LURRB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I think I'm leaving soon, tomorrow, or something like that. I don't have much of an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will miss you all-miss me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; wanted you to forget every little thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the one who's feeling lost right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm sorry, I want you back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-6232452341423912328?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6232452341423912328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=6232452341423912328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/6232452341423912328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/6232452341423912328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-why-you-go-away.html' title='That&apos;s Why You Go Away.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3675229668215601615</id><published>2008-12-14T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:38:20.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last train home,</title><content type='html'>gawd, I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.13 and right now I'm supposed to be free fencing and having the time of my bloody weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is if Cindy didn't cancel on us, which caused Nicolette to in turn cancel on me!&lt;br /&gt;The both of you obviously don't care much about me being away for the next two fencing classes!&lt;br /&gt;So goddamnit! You two better miss me crazy and REGRRRET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this day bearable though is that brother is back! But more importantly, Gabriel the super Laptop has come back along with him. I missed my GABRIEL:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh yeah! Yesterday me and Nicolette had replacement class which was really really, hmm- fun.&lt;br /&gt;They were the younger class and were all so, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;They was this little person called Fergus Cheek! He stood next to me and at first I thought he was called Focus 'coz coach liu was going, "Focus, Focus," in her rusty cheena english.&lt;br /&gt;But I che-eked his name from his glove, gahhh- so cute.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing was that 'coz they did the simpler things over and over and over and over again my brain went into thinking it was really hard and I was offf.&lt;br /&gt;OhOh! and there was this really cool little boy called Brandon Chin! He had Emo Hair and was soooooo cute! He seemed really tired and so the really indifferent look on his face, so cute! When Coach Liu smacked his head rather lightly for being so , "song"-ish he said "oww." but his "whatever!" expression remained exactly the same! I wanted to fall to the ground laughing, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow to watch Twilight! whoo whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but there's still tomorrow- forget the sorrow and I can be on the Last Train Home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3675229668215601615?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3675229668215601615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3675229668215601615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3675229668215601615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3675229668215601615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-train-home.html' title='last train home,'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-4519886385842620727</id><published>2008-12-12T22:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:47:25.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not My Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just got back, I'm really dirty but track camp was quite fun:)&lt;br /&gt;Flour game was quite fun although all our Daiso bought stuff broke, cracked or split.&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste was disgusting for me but, if I had to have someone's foot pressed against my face, at least it was Eunice's &lt;33&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the food was okay, turtle was stupid and so were the people who stepped on my STEVIE G and Batch Buddy So Phia's J.T. -john terry/justin timberlake! We also found a stick, some soccer playing person asked if it was a jav, then we started throwing it around...Person who throws to the tree on the other end will have Ronaldo kidnapped and sent to her..no one reached it though...then we did retarded things and said KONICHIWA to the middle aged people sitting on our turtle. oh and by the way, the signs at palawan beach are so misleading, they said the "FRIENDLY beach patrol officers" but he didn't look friendly at all so we didn't dare to say hello oh and some topless guys, one was wearing a shirt though- he was fat, asked for eunicesenior's phone number at seven eleven. ahah, so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Track Camp was- fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and to the stupid "LIVERPOOLFAN" person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although I doubt you probably read this anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;butbutbut what's your problem?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only reason I bought chelsea's away shirt was 'coz it looks nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liverpool is better than chelsea anyway..because of steven gerrard! (torres is super cool also, because I think Special Friend likes him. ahahah YAY!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everybody likes steven gerrard, I remember on my way to the weights room one day some person snatched his autobiography from me, she said she worships him:) the thimun people are fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure in a slap fight stevie g would trash john terry, at least he wouldn't cheat! but, actually no one I know actually likes liverpool, so phia has chelsea I think jo yee too, then carissa has man u (wayne rooney is balding!ronaldo is so qian bian), and I think chloe just likes kaka and fabregas(arsenal is hot! JACK WILSHERE!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you're some sad lonely liverpool fan who goes around scolding people for nothing! so like..Screw You! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get the sand off myself now, bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh, and and! all of you like, wingy and jo yee and and! shauna, trudy, and belinda and jona can miss me when both of you are like in bell's bed together! when I go off in 7days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278926270379302274" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKDeVVvnYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vGxmSpJwd7U/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKDzq2ox3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/J5bgNTUgSrY/s1600-h/IMG_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278926636931663730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKDzq2ox3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/J5bgNTUgSrY/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKEQBwNkCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Jxjp1nbjbPA/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278927124115066914" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKEQBwNkCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Jxjp1nbjbPA/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKD-MFP0DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3NbD4U9i2pc/s1600-h/IMG_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278926817650004018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKD-MFP0DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3NbD4U9i2pc/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKEiMA8XeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nNy0aLFEfmo/s1600-h/IMG_0552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278927436107242978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKEiMA8XeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/nNy0aLFEfmo/s320/IMG_0552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKGgxBk_6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KW4LF0Y1Rg4/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278929610705534882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKGgxBk_6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/KW4LF0Y1Rg4/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"tevie G!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too late baby, there's not turning around. I've got my hands in my pockets and my head in the clouds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I do when I think about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-4519886385842620727?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4519886385842620727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=4519886385842620727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4519886385842620727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4519886385842620727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/thats-not-my-name.html' title='That&apos;s Not My Name'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUKDeVVvnYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vGxmSpJwd7U/s72-c/IMG_0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-552799922182979848</id><published>2008-12-11T14:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:11:21.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much For My Happy Ending.</title><content type='html'>gawwwd, I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training has been horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Shotputters, deep down and all around outside are terrible. except me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zexin Senior made me dig the ball, she threw, out from the "pond" that was all muddy and red worm-infested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on tuesday Wingy tried to smother me with a pillow at her house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but tuesday was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUCy2aOp-tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DJvpCGUhBWc/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415411101694674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUCy2aOp-tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DJvpCGUhBWc/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahjong partners!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUCzSHzKh8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/vpd6pCdstWI/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278415887190886338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUCzSHzKh8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/vpd6pCdstWI/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, but in the end our combined power couldn't keep Wingy from trashing us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC2AnK7uEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mHvuwdxvfps/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418884909316162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC2AnK7uEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mHvuwdxvfps/s320/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC1PfX9dTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DPy3JfCWMOg/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418041002882354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC1PfX9dTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DPy3JfCWMOg/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC1dulXJJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSMMqsRQwLs/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278418285603792018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC1dulXJJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VSMMqsRQwLs/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC0REsKICI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1M4CZ_LAnHg/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416968687951906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC0REsKICI/AAAAAAAAAFY/1M4CZ_LAnHg/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaolian is classsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC0ssuQwEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WdD5_CXKYVw/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278417443290660930" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUC0ssuQwEI/AAAAAAAAAFg/WdD5_CXKYVw/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tuesday is over, and I am bored neeee,ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week I most probably will go watch twilight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! robert pattinson is perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I'll be with Shauna too. LURRRRRB.aahhahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'right now' is so boring, I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to do something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lover is away- I think.&lt;br /&gt;Special Friend keeps saying "oh well", I'm sure she's lovesick or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BestBest Friend is Dao seeming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahhh, I needa get like a best friend or a boyfriend or a girlfriend or a pet fish(!),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there'll be someone play with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aihyah..Tomorrow during TF camp I'll seduce Jo Yee Batchmate or something, lesbianing is not my type but whatever at least she'll play with me all the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope tomorrow's fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was everything that I wanted,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-552799922182979848?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/552799922182979848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=552799922182979848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/552799922182979848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/552799922182979848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So Much For My Happy Ending.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SUCy2aOp-tI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DJvpCGUhBWc/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-402360849624115629</id><published>2008-12-07T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:20:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT it</title><content type='html'>Since it's presumed to be dead by Jess Senior, I shall try to liven things up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just come back from the airport, my brother's going over to his friend's house in malaysia for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from this trip to the airport- now I smell beyond all that is good in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Mum and my brother were buying stuff for his friend's parents and gifts for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I was so insisting my brother get the Ewan Mcgregor man-perfume, "ADVENTURE!"&lt;br /&gt;-I finally found out what it was actually called.(At that point ecstasy overwhelmed me and I took a picture of the little board thing with Ewan on it) I fell in love with it at first sight when I saw the ad with EWAN MCGREGOR plastered all over a bus a while back and got all high. I think I wrote about it on a post last time but maybe I deleted it already 'coz it was the one Abby read aloud in the com lab last time and I got all embarrassed, dunno though; maybe-&lt;br /&gt;even the sales person said that everyone liked it, although it's kinda obviously! EWAN! EWAN!&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;But alas, he bought another!&lt;br /&gt;I would've bought it but I'm a Feeeemale.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I always say guys have it better.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you also can take off your shirt anytime you want to.&lt;br /&gt;I remember once after fencing class I took off my track pants and everyone freaked out, I wore fbts inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I bought burberry's THE BEAT, still very hot.&lt;br /&gt;certainly not to Ewan Mcgregor!'s level but still great.&lt;br /&gt;It is like one of the bestest things in the world-have you heard?&lt;br /&gt;ALEX PETTYFER! is in the ad campaign for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I decided about ten minutes ago that I would wear it to sleep tonight and maybe every night until I die- but at that time I'd wanna smell great while I rot in my coffin too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway SWEET DREAMS are certain tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a more general level this Smell has cost me a christmas present from my mum. She said that but maybe she was joking, ahh, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;AHHH, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I refuse to wear even deodorant as I feel it's cheating those around you to how much sweat you've actually secreted a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But - ah, I need to stop with the multiple levels of 'buts', I know!- My parents never really give any of us real christmas presents anyway. And I think I'm happy with that, since they satisfy my rational material wants on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, going away from the "I smell so good now chronicles"&lt;br /&gt;My laptop charger screwed so I'm stuck using my mother's desktop my parent's room for now.&lt;br /&gt;My brother took my laptop away from me to his trip anyway. So hopefully while he figures a way to charge my laptop there he'll bring the 'way' back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's good I guess, I've been searching, rather sucessfully, other outlets to spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched Saw 1-4 with my brother - wow, suddenly my brother's(actually the big one as well) has come back to my life! Last time the whole family was so distant I'm sure I barely saw him, not to say spoke to him, once in a fortnight.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to the greatness from the realisation of the improved bonding time I now share with the family, on tuesday Carissa, Jo Yee, So Phia and I are going to crash Wing's house to watch 300 and Saw and Hsm. Bless the souls of all batchmates and seniors of the world. Hell, I love mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I just realised more intense family bonding time when we head to vegas for christmas. I love my family too-SHOPPING:D- No Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess my life isn't too bad now;&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-402360849624115629?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/402360849624115629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=402360849624115629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/402360849624115629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/402360849624115629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/12/beat-it.html' title='BEAT it'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3787153775915891077</id><published>2008-11-01T21:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:12:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>, in the middle of ecstesy</title><content type='html'>ahahaha, this will take really long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaYBjoQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pgaiL-_6Co/s1600-h/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681433270502290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaYBjoQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pgaiL-_6Co/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaRJli-OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qAHC_a_tbo8/s1600-h/IMG_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681315166943458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaRJli-OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qAHC_a_tbo8/s320/IMG_0183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaFF0MukI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6zEQxvBy2jA/s1600-h/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263681107996228162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaFF0MukI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6zEQxvBy2jA/s320/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYbeW4GJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Oh1yJ7PQudE/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679293517994130" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYbeW4GJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Oh1yJ7PQudE/s320/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYUJin1DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T0KX5SLnbj0/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263679167671030834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYUJin1DI/AAAAAAAAAEE/T0KX5SLnbj0/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYGv9e3eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mOwI2m7kLhE/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263678937466068450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxYGv9e3eI/AAAAAAAAAD8/mOwI2m7kLhE/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxX7Az9SNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ff6th6MeTd8/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263678735831091410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxX7Az9SNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ff6th6MeTd8/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these were taken on halloween, the last day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was trying to take a picture with everyone in class but some people ACT COOL and refused!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some were missing as well, so I gave up halfway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Oneten a hell lot though, no mistake there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what was one of the greatest things (YONG SHEN! YONG SHEN!!) was that I took pictures with Grace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really was close to anyone from uniform groups, honestly didn't think much of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do they march around all day for anyway?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I really really think Grace is really really cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she has nice legs and an even pretty tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is waay cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the pictures are on Facebook, just as ex-table buddy CLARICE said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3787153775915891077?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3787153775915891077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3787153775915891077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3787153775915891077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3787153775915891077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-middle-of-ecstesy.html' title=', in the middle of ecstesy'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SQxaYBjoQ5I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3pgaiL-_6Co/s72-c/IMG_0180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-5360886472748192466</id><published>2008-10-21T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:26:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>, that everybody was waiting on a cue-to turn and run when all I needed was the truth</title><content type='html'>Life is upseting me.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of knew I had it coming but somehow it could still slam me right in the face&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and wished to find some &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt; in HEROES!&lt;br /&gt;but they had to go kill off &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adam Monroe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They knew I loved that guy!&lt;br /&gt;He had so much &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charisma&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;charm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Darn You, you stupid writers!&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what's for the good of the show!&lt;br /&gt;For the well being of...EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were trying different things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were smoking funny things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making love out by the lake to our favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sipping whiskey out the bottle, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not Thinking 'Bout Tomorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-5360886472748192466?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5360886472748192466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=5360886472748192466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/5360886472748192466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/5360886472748192466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-everybody-was-waiting-on-cue-to.html' title=', that everybody was waiting on a cue-to turn and run when all I needed was the truth'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-4671166132233470815</id><published>2008-10-18T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:11:29.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take a breath, I'll pull myself together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FACEBOOK IS DANGEROUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, I feel so loser. But- oh, if you're reading this trudy buddy!- I get &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; high from milk tea!&lt;br /&gt;I got really excited too when I saw Ewan McGregor plastered all over a bus.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about propaganda, I feel like buying the manperfume the ad was promoting!&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy it and spray it all over the house!&lt;br /&gt;SPRAY! SPRAY! SPRAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'd Jump into my brother's room and spray him all over!&lt;br /&gt;you can run but you can't hide from- SUPER  MAN-PERFUME!&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, I'm high! FACEBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;I logged out of my email and saw this thing on ninemsn..&lt;br /&gt;some loser killed his wife over her facebook status!&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is dangerous!&lt;br /&gt;BOOO, Facebook is great for stalking people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's no sense in playing games when you've done all that you can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-4671166132233470815?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4671166132233470815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=4671166132233470815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4671166132233470815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4671166132233470815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/quick-post-before-i-return-to-my-after.html' title='take a breath, I&apos;ll pull myself together.'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3025290527562789209</id><published>2008-10-16T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:31:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Lights Burn Out,</title><content type='html'>First off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTDAY SHAIREL FOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than I love zac efron! &lt;em&gt;and I LOVE zac efron tons load!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAPHNE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take some time to reflect on the day that our friendship was set aside&lt;br /&gt;By the words that got mixed up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;A simple flaw is enough to destroy us all&lt;br /&gt;I admit I was wrong, but dragging this out too long&lt;br /&gt;Was enough for me to write this song&lt;br /&gt;And say I'm sorry for all the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know, I'll be here till my hair falls out&lt;br /&gt;and shining when the lights burn out&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been while but I can't help smile&lt;br /&gt;When you turn my world upside down&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know it's been years since we've talked on the phone this long&lt;br /&gt;And didn't say who was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let's try to make this right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need some of you in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3025290527562789209?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3025290527562789209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3025290527562789209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3025290527562789209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3025290527562789209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/when-lights-burn-out.html' title='When The Lights Burn Out,'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-7783689012932317438</id><published>2008-10-15T13:41:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:15:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW to kill a mockingbird?</title><content type='html'>So I started reading. Giving in to Peer Pressure from Fellow BATCHBUDDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought books yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped watching the new episodes of Gossip Girl and Heroes! last night to read To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm an idiot, I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see...&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought the WHOLE point was some guy defending a black guy who the stuck up white people(white people are too white!), &lt;em&gt;during the time when America was very pissy and hated "coloured people"&lt;/em&gt;, insisted had attacked a white girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading for a night and they JUST started mentioning a bare bit about what I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; the ENTIRE book was supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN RIGHT-stupid book cheat my feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, not emotionally prepared for the stupid book to elaborate on the retarded things the narrator and company did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually if parts of the book was intentionally supposed to be just the girl, her brother and their friend running around and some pedophile suggesting interest in them, why the title -"To Kill a Mockingbird" ? stupid book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesterday, I went out with Shauna, Zirong had a volleyball outing, although we saw her when she came to Cathay and watched the same movie as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're Some Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWG0_w_6vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l-nzyKN18YI/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257256385053190898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWG0_w_6vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l-nzyKN18YI/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might do &lt;em&gt;Lian &lt;/em&gt;things but you know we are soo much cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWHdCAMiTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yw7MBRKl-QY/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257257072848570674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWHdCAMiTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/yw7MBRKl-QY/s320/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWHxYJc2RI/AAAAAAAAADE/n9_Q9tZHLn0/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257257422390352146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWHxYJc2RI/AAAAAAAAADE/n9_Q9tZHLn0/s320/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look Constipated but who cares? I AM FAIR for once in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWIHuOHeCI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Gouuom_NIs/s1600-h/DSC01392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257257806272624674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWIHuOHeCI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Gouuom_NIs/s320/DSC01392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shauna has hot legs huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXMxS1CWDI/AAAAAAAAADc/uC0W75oD1rY/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257333287264868402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXMxS1CWDI/AAAAAAAAADc/uC0W75oD1rY/s320/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY high school musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXM7pbqmQI/AAAAAAAAADk/XXxDM3sy7Pw/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257333465131161858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXM7pbqmQI/AAAAAAAAADk/XXxDM3sy7Pw/s320/DSC01398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Touching Daniel Craig's old withered up cardboard hand, YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXNMeXV8KI/AAAAAAAAADs/mpCAegZx1zs/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257333754218016930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPXNMeXV8KI/AAAAAAAAADs/mpCAegZx1zs/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I Wanna Lock You Up In My Closet-&lt;em&gt;when no one's around...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-7783689012932317438?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7783689012932317438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=7783689012932317438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/7783689012932317438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/7783689012932317438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='HOW to kill a mockingbird?'/><author><name>zoom.</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VtVyMHTCi58/SPWG0_w_6vI/AAAAAAAAAC0/l-nzyKN18YI/s72-c/DSC01386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-3664800700297835288</id><published>2008-10-11T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:18:21.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold your breath, I'll pull myself together</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight...so I might as well "reply tags" and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella : Haha, I think at that time messenger just went crazy and I went off...BUT AFTER TONIGHT, and accidentally seeing my *ah hem*, (I'M REALLY SORRY OKAY! I bent down to the web cam to show you my lip ulcer!) through the webcam you probably won't miss talking to me in a long long time...I STILL LOVE YOU THOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yingxuan : Ahaha, should I jump for joy or something? LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE you, lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiling : Haha, F1 was so ridiculous! so loud too! Sleeping during those days was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim : don't remember, and  I thought "Mr Lim" was some teacher, you scared the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peiling : Bah, sorry for replying so late. F1 stuff are pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JessicaSenior : They were really pretty! and nice! Oh, you went because of some F1 competion car thing right?! You're soo cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice : You're ex-crapping buddy right? I MISSED YOU CRAZY! I want another hug! LOVELoveLoveLove YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NursyaJunior : Thank you! and CONGRATULATIONS again on they great softball, your batch soo are shadowing us. Oh, and it's still PSLE right? GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jingwei : haha, sure... anything's fine with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-3664800700297835288?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3664800700297835288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=3664800700297835288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3664800700297835288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/3664800700297835288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/hold-your-breath-ill-pull-myself.html' title='Hold your breath, I&apos;ll pull myself together'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-5420989827746538731</id><published>2008-10-10T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:16:35.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>save me-I think i'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>I know I said I wasn't gonna blog anymore but hey, I'm so UNPREDICTABLE.&lt;br /&gt;that's why I could have you coming back for more huh?&lt;br /&gt;Life is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Milo Ventimiglia!&lt;br /&gt;After chionging out the Geography paper today I had finger spasms.&lt;br /&gt;I could literally see my pinky moving abnormally by itself.&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;captivated&lt;/em&gt; me for a few minutes then I went back to check my answers.&lt;br /&gt;Water scarcity is soo overrated.&lt;br /&gt;after so much trouble we just decide to clean our pee and drink it again.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of all this studying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waay too good for this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not exactly sure why I'm continuing to blog, sometimes I think of it as a reason to slack but, I'm not really sure if I ever think at all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking is for STEVEN GERRARD!&lt;br /&gt;Is thinking necessary to achieve such a great body?&lt;br /&gt;I'd think till my brain's in a state whereby it appears to have been run over by a train just to get a body like his!...If I was a boy, that is.&lt;br /&gt;So HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how to feel nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to think about how I should feel, after getting struck by the fact that I'm not very sure how to feel at that second.&lt;br /&gt;And even that realisation part requires thinking.&lt;br /&gt;then everything gets so complicated and I get really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so suckie.&lt;br /&gt;but then, it's suckie compared to what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I have resolved! My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it's nowhere as spectacular as eamon sullivans!&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, EAMON IS SOO UNDERRATED!&lt;br /&gt;he's so great&lt;br /&gt;...looking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure about the whole stupid racing in water thing though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I feel the bimbocity overcoming me, it's overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;...is bimbocity a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lately, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I’m goin’ crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got this lady&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re now that’s all I think about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next time I can take her out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really don’t wanna feel this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I think it’s already way too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save Me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-5420989827746538731?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5420989827746538731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=5420989827746538731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/5420989827746538731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/5420989827746538731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-me-i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title='save me-I think i&apos;m going crazy'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-2677270522503317422</id><published>2008-10-01T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:52:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So why does your pride make you run and hide?</title><content type='html'>I'm closing up my blog!&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least for now...I always say I'm gonna close it up then I start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still like..."update" though.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be linked or anything that is.&lt;br /&gt;you can tag to.&lt;br /&gt;I'll like..."reply"?&lt;br /&gt;I've never really seen the point in doing so but, I will reply:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I post again when I do.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz' I know I don't belong here in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-2677270522503317422?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2677270522503317422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=2677270522503317422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/2677270522503317422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/2677270522503317422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-why-does-your-pride-make-you-run-and.html' title='So why does your pride make you run and hide?'/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2203751407216947714.post-4508161977910225322</id><published>2008-09-15T16:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:18:00.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;I never really understood why people "replied tags", it's not like you'd go back to a blog after you tag to see if you get replied right?&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless,&lt;br /&gt;Hello back:D to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marshal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shauna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peiling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice&lt;/strong&gt;: I don't understand you, you pyschotic being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stella&lt;/strong&gt;: YES YOU SOO SOOO SOO ARE! from the words that me and my batchbuddy read in a book,"You're so hungry for attention you'd attend the opening of a letter!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jessica Choo SENIOR!&lt;/strong&gt;: THANKYOU for your comforting words, such a shame that Zhi Hao didn't come): , in the end we only gave the shirt to Wingy. I'm sure beneath his layer of COOL(as pointed out by Wingy), he has an unfeeling core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUDY BUDDY! &lt;/strong&gt;: Do you love me more now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice! : &lt;/strong&gt;ahaha, you're so slow! ANDAND! don't try to hit on my lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liz&lt;3&gt;heart* you too:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen! : &lt;/strong&gt;OH GWEN! you're just not my type! ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peiling &lt;/strong&gt;: haha, sure peiling! you can take "lousiest person on earth" I don't really mind:D THANKS, I enjoy being "chim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stella&lt;/strong&gt; : You're crazy. I was in my parent's room, you needa read properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Done!&lt;br /&gt;Where's that sense of accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going through mid-life crisis or something...considering that I only plan to live to&lt;br /&gt;about 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today, is a winding road that's taking me to places I didn't wanna go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-------, Today, in a blink of an eye, I'm holding on to something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2203751407216947714-4508161977910225322?l=intheayerayer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4508161977910225322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2203751407216947714&amp;postID=4508161977910225322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4508161977910225322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2203751407216947714/posts/default/4508161977910225322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://intheayerayer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-shall-reply-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>zoom.</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
