<?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-17609153</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:46:40.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>radically living</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116314444829850644</id><published>2006-11-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:40:48.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/Linus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/Linus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Since when are&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; ever sian during bio?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so when Wanying does notice things like this, it must have been really obvious to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I don't know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to be fine when I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to make the feeling stop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Yong so nice! haha she offered to stay back and help me for half an hour even though she had something opn at 2pm and I guess she has to travel too? So yeah, I told her another day lah. So here I am, home early again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything feels like the movies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I hate it when you never make time. We already cancelled marche, because you are constantly broke. I hate the fact that I'm always late, do I need to take a queue number? I hate it when you tell me &lt;strong&gt;"Cannot, I have a meeting."&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;strong&gt;"Cannot, I have no money."&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;strong&gt;"Cannot I have to be home early."&lt;/strong&gt; and you don't. But worst of all, I hate it when you tell me &lt;strong&gt;"Cannot, I am discussing some &lt;em&gt;PB stuff with Chrystal and It's private.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure thing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Marche lah. I'll forget the fact you ever made that promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of my wanted presents for this year and I shall see how many I do get. In this case it would be such a big surprise. And I'll post it here after my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you even &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; remember when I'm celebrating another year on this &lt;strong&gt;hell-hole&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116314444829850644?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116314444829850644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116314444829850644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116314444829850644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116314444829850644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/since-when-are-you-ever-sian-during.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116308071936822576</id><published>2006-11-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:58:39.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should really start blogging constructive things here. And I have decided to take a break from livejournal, well, partially because I've already posted there today. &lt;em&gt;Twice&lt;/em&gt;. But one isn't exactly a post so yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Nickelback's "Far Away" again, that can never fail to bring a smile one my face. Not just becuase it is related to one of the best fanvideos EVER but, it's a really sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case there’s just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know, you know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the lyrics, this post could get pretty long. Okay so firt things first, I have reached this point in my extended studies life where the only reason I'm dragging myself out of bed at such enethical hours when I can enjoy hours more of much needed sleep is the bio period(s) I possible have on that day. So yes, maybe I am still truamatized. I don't think returning me my essays was a good idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me and you’ll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don’t see you anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this with putting thelarger half of the class that's taking lit in a class that's relatively smaller and so much stuffier? Why because besides us there is only less than 20 other people who are also doing lit and we never combine periods?&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I get aches from sitting so close and squashed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"On my knees, I’ll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause with you, I’d withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’d give it allI’d give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give anything but I won’t give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know, you know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the teachers that are following us up next year are : Ms Yong (bio); Mrs Ang (amath, unfortunately); Mdm Amizah (lit); Mdm Hassan (elect hist). That's all I know for now. Mrs Chan I'm not sure but I really do want ehr to follow us. As for Mrs Pang I'm not too sure but Daphne said there's a high possiblity. Actually I think it's 50-50 now. Wouldn't it be great if we have Ms Yong and Mrs Chan as FMs? It'll be a dream come true, Ms Yong my FM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins like an idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wantedI wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on to me and never let me go"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bio in the science lab. :D  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116308071936822576?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116308071936822576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116308071936822576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116308071936822576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116308071936822576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-should-really-start-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116298178565485083</id><published>2006-11-08T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T18:29:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiya,&lt;br /&gt;forget about acsessing my livejournal, i decided to keep it locked.&lt;br /&gt;for a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;i use alot of names.&lt;br /&gt;(as in people's names lah. so it can be quite private)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora has made me decide to actually aim for VJ.&lt;br /&gt;the more i think about it,&lt;br /&gt;the more i really really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116298178565485083?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116298178565485083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116298178565485083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116298178565485083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116298178565485083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/aiya-forget-about-acsessing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116297392552989673</id><published>2006-11-08T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:18:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPA SPA SPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got to take a picture of my lovely lovely Biuret test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now only chem left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Flo on the way home was full of revelations. I will never ever foresake Alicia anymore. OMG reply my msg lahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall join Snady for Amath tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Chandra's complain letter tmr in the papers. Highly doubt it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging here's unproductive. More in my livejournal, if you do make an account. Maybe I should make it semi public. I dunno? Yeah, semi public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116297392552989673?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116297392552989673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116297392552989673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116297392552989673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116297392552989673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/spa-spa-spa-i-never-got-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116264954438871025</id><published>2006-11-04T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:12:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Livejournal's down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poor &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIVEJOURNAL&lt;/span&gt;! I cannot live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116264954438871025?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116264954438871025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116264954438871025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116264954438871025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116264954438871025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/livejournals-down.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116255646778289117</id><published>2006-11-03T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:21:07.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you, Wanying, for trying to make me laugh on the bus. Obviously it didn't work. But thanks for trying though, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only extended and I'm already so stressed out. I think I'm gonna lose my head soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRYS! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanna head down to the beach one day and just scream? I know you're stressed too, I can tell. Maybe even worse then me. So we should just do something fun, and maybe throw a bottle with our angst into the sea. (yes I understand it's littering but it's for a good cause.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna grow old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116255646778289117?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116255646778289117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116255646778289117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116255646778289117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116255646778289117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-wanying-for-trying-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116247625232767223</id><published>2006-11-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:04:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted the last angsty post. Sorry for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for losing my head, sorry. Yeah okay I may be weird at times, it's just when I completely lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116247625232767223?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116247625232767223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116247625232767223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116247625232767223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116247625232767223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-deleted-last-angsty-post.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116228546148447023</id><published>2006-10-31T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:04:21.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Does she know your talking to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will it start a fight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don't think she has a clue."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least you could do was to show me some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I believe you owe me at least that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116228546148447023?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116228546148447023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116228546148447023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116228546148447023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116228546148447023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/does-she-know-your-talking-to-me-will.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116221194770172886</id><published>2006-10-30T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:42:37.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found my schedule, thank goodness. I argued again with my mum before dinner. What's new, this is getting so old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't WAIT to get out of this hell-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i just checked my schedule for week 1 and I have NO bio at all? Okay fine, maybe it's for the best, I cannot face Ms Yong, I'll probably start my crying jags again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby, take me on a journey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to post something fun on my livejournal! Okay out of point. Really I'm not looking forward to extended studies at all, we have re-arranged out tables back to 6by5. Or vice versa I don't care, the thing is we have changed. And if we are forced to move back to our original positions I will scream like how I want to screm right now. Jumping and shrieking and running about. I won't be a pretty sight. I'll miss &lt;em&gt;company&lt;/em&gt;! PLUS, it seems like I have -motherfuckingpearl- A maths for my first period for THREE consecutive days with the exception of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCK LAH I don't wanna see that's bitch's face can. I'm so fucking tired of her, I whooped in class on friday when I found out she wasn't teaching me amaths next year. &lt;strong&gt;JOY OH JOY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my worst moods now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;* I wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODDAMIT. which reminds me, I don;t think I'm going back to church anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116221194770172886?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116221194770172886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116221194770172886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116221194770172886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116221194770172886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-found-my-schedule-thank-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116218352619130357</id><published>2006-10-30T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:45:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for the HMT people to finish their papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXTENDED STUDIES&lt;/span&gt; schedule for &lt;strong&gt;week 1&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DANG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116218352619130357?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116218352619130357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116218352619130357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116218352619130357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116218352619130357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-waiting-for-hmt-people-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116200713147614011</id><published>2006-10-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:45:31.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/aly%20-%20chemicals%20react.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/aly%20-%20chemicals%20react.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;天天夜夜 &lt;/strong&gt;by F.I.R is awesome. Plus the front has Leann Rimes and I think Leann Rimes has really great vocals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kinda made up with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, I guess. But everything is different now, I can feel it, maybe &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; doesn't, because &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; the one who's trying to make up for it. But it is different, it's not special anymore. I've gone on and made so many more friends, that have supported me in times of &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; absence, and I have come to realise that &lt;em&gt;you're&lt;/em&gt; not the only one I need to be strong. I have another friend, who's been there all the time. Sure she brings similar pains, but she never fails to make up for it. Maybe if it weren't for &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; misunderstanding, I would have never realised how much more in common I had with her, apart from what we already shared. She truely is a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have to thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; may be my friend now, but my Best Friend is an awesome person. She's been there for me when I cried in school and to make my smile again when I recieved such crappy grades. To talk sense into me. Sitting behind me doesn't exactly hurt either :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change and we'll all move on. But if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want to make up for lost time, I would say it is all too late. I have moved and found greater friends and I will cherish them. So don't bother trying too hard, I will not cave into &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; like I so silly did time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So shout out to all taking the O Level chinese paper on monday!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia, &lt;/strong&gt;I have not spoken to you for ages but I'm sure you can do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrys, &lt;/strong&gt;jiayous my dear girl! I know you can do it. Put away all distractions of the teacher and your finals away. This is not the finals, it's something completely different so start afresh okay? You can ace it lah, I know so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wanying!&lt;/strong&gt; See i spelt your name together. If you don't do well I'll just poke you okay, plus no Harry Potter marathon and Ben&amp;Jerrys you're so craving for at my house! So if you do well, i promise you an awesome marathon at my house X) Go hit some shuttles if you feel stress lor. Thanks for being there for the million times I cried during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone taking the chinese paper :) &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116200713147614011?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116200713147614011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116200713147614011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116200713147614011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116200713147614011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/by-f.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116186872887316503</id><published>2006-10-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:18:48.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel the hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;the ache in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;the lump in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to hold on or let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do you always make me feel this pain?&lt;br /&gt;can you make it go away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want the tears to flow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116186872887316503?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116186872887316503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116186872887316503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116186872887316503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116186872887316503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-hurt-again.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116186267818155344</id><published>2006-10-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T19:37:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have sworn to myself that i would not bitch about people on my blog, or at least if i have to let off steam, i will not let people see. i won't say my f-list on livejournal are not people but they do not know me, well, maybe only one. so when i bitch, it's strictly no foul play, accidentally-on-purpose letting anyone read it. therefore mostly not viewable to anyone i know. because, my close friends on livejournal just &lt;strong&gt;ROCK&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course there are some of you out here, who i can always approach. no names, i'm shy. but *hugs* to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey my dear girl: pulling the plastic didn't hurt at all, don't worry. so don't give me that kind of look anymore okay? haha. ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be doing a late night screening in my own home of  "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" (jealous bestie?) haha! i'll be thinking of you the whole night as i snuggle up with my home entertainment system and nicely, freshly popped popcorn. *everyone gasps* no i'm kidding. about the gasping part. it'll be sad, i wont have anyone to actually squee with me over anyone, Cedric, Draco, the twins. maybe for you it's anything Harry/Hermione. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bestie, i promise you when you come over, late night Harry Potter (the WHOLE series so far), popcorn, your fav jigsaw and loads of fun. whatever you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116186267818155344?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116178441914208057</id><published>2006-10-25T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:53:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally seen Podolski play for his club.&lt;br /&gt;Even though, you know, it wasn't live.&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, it has made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like his maroon jersey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116178441914208057?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116178441914208057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116178441914208057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116178441914208057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116178441914208057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-finally-seen-podolski-play-for-his.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116176274949784058</id><published>2006-10-25T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:53:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"air head"/bimbotic me loves the curling iron. and nearly, just nearly, perfected the art of hair ironing. okay curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture &lt;a href="http://radical-teen.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TERMINATED -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116176274949784058?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116176274949784058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116176274949784058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116176274949784058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116176274949784058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/air-headbimbotic-me-loves-curling-iron.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116175887230433269</id><published>2006-10-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:47:52.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are people in life where I know that no matter how much they piss me off, I'll always be there for them. Because I'm just like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there would probably be this group of people that no matter how much I try eluding myself, I know I can never get along with them. Hey, arguing with them everytime I see them has to mean SOMETHING right? Therefore it would make perfect sense not to actually waste my time trying to please them because no matter what it is, we still end up pissing each other off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things do not change in just a blink of an eye. Ignore what people tell you, those songs, this is reality. And you cannot expect people to change just for you. You're not THAT important. You don't see people changing just like that. People don't change, this is facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just pretend they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop deluding yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since my mummy's out now I will go play with my curling iron. Because I too am subjected to my so called one of those "air head" moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116175887230433269?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116175887230433269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116175887230433269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116175887230433269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116175887230433269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-are-people-in-life-where-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116161614115088578</id><published>2006-10-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:09:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i restarted my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning my oh-so-perfect entry is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116161614115088578?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116161614115088578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116161614115088578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116161614115088578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116161614115088578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-restarted-my-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116160061393516292</id><published>2006-10-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:50:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i cursed with such a f***ed up mother who's one greatest joy is to blackmail me. of f*** lah. i dont feel like gg church anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/snapshot006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/snapshot006.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I don't know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to be fine when I'm not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don't know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to make the feeling stop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i went crazy today, partially because of the lack of sleep. because i totally plonked out on the bus ride home. yizhen too. LOL. &lt;strong&gt;plonk&lt;/strong&gt;ed, i have not used that word for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we (kailing, chrys, me and yizhen) gave wadee this nice note/photo holder. chrys said the hippo looked like wadee. haha! she's going VJ. this smart girl right? be i warned her about the IP there, i heard it's crazy. but i should think she'll like it there. we all want her to visit often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey wadee! (though the chances of you read this is slim) :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you must study hard in VJ and make TK proud! LOL visit often! we'll all miss you. you know, i was your class' peer buddy last year, and i still remember you. :) you were quite quiet lah, and i think i did talk to you a little, maybe you don't remember already. oh wells. see you on thursday! im bringing camera :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIVO on wednesday, if renee doesnt cancel on me AGAIN. and i'll just strangle her man. i want my movie and, well.. maybe shopping. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey 14, you never tag no more. :'( see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116160061393516292?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116160061393516292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116160061393516292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116160061393516292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116160061393516292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-am-i-cursed-with-such-fed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116144830454197254</id><published>2006-10-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:31:44.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so fat now after eating such a huge dinner AND gelare waffles with ice cream and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelare waffles are absolute &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a nice jacket at Dorothy Perkins! i also dont know what's my sudden liking to jackets. maybe i should have accepted buying the $70 dollar courdroy one but i felt so bad spending all my dad's money so i settled for the half priced black one. it's nice too, but i really liked the waist sash the courdroy one came with. come to think of it, if i had bought the courdroy one it would look like alyssa (well, techincally vanessa's) jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice jacket. i shall accessorize it tmr at TM. &lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116144830454197254?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116144830454197254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116144830454197254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116144830454197254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116144830454197254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-so-fat-now-after-eating-such.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116141555023377953</id><published>2006-10-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T15:25:50.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/roguedemonhunte%20-%20Magical.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/roguedemonhunte%20-%20Magical.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;JOY oh JOY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARCHE&lt;/span&gt; BABY!!! soon, in maybe a month's time. two marche trips, or maybe merged into one, yeah that will be one hell of a lunch. whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you believe i last time i actually saw her was four months ago? NO. three actually. that's so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck with nothing to do at home.. letting my sister study and entertaining myself with youtube. no one fun's online. wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEE MY &lt;strong&gt;Bobby Drake&lt;/strong&gt;. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116141555023377953?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116141555023377953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116141555023377953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116141555023377953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116141555023377953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/joy-oh-joy-its-funny-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116134183678106932</id><published>2006-10-20T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:57:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. do well for your exams! im sure you will, you're a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise marche okay? HA. we'll binge. and thanks for offering to help me, that's awesome. i can totally rely on you and i feel so much better now. aww now you're making me tear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i promise no more crying and watch full house lah huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO you thanks for the much needed support&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116134183678106932?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116134183678106932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116134183678106932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116134183678106932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116134183678106932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-thats-sweetest-thing-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116134081747838219</id><published>2006-10-20T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:40:17.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;whirlwind of emotions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I don't want the world to see me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want you to know who I am"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i cried all the tear yesterday, i was pretty much oblivious to the marks i got today. should i celebrate my e math? cry for my amath? or kill myself for my bio? i dont know. can anyone do those 3 things at one single time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i'm bad, what about the others out there? poor chrys. dont be stressed anymore okay? the teachers are just idiots. cheer up love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should just take ms lui's advice and study psychology. i dont need amath although i would like to still keep it, who knows, maybe miracles do happen? will they ask you to drop if you get an f9 for amath but a2 for emath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise, like my fairy godmother. HAH. no. suddenly appear then disappear. and justin another one. never tell me you came. NEVER COME SEE ME ONLY! haha imagine him so brave come into girls school. WOW. okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shock has not worn off. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to candice makes me wanna cry. i feel so disappointed, to myself and others too. not like my teach cares but yeah. except maybe mrs pang, her joy was so evident when i went to her to change marks and pulled my grade up one notch. that was really comforting. and mrs chan too. she actually told me to compare with some of the better ones in chem to push myself up further. i think i can. i wanna make them proud. ms yong too, when she comes back. and last but not least candice for teaching me amath and bio. i wanna do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i want to pull up bio, mantain my chem and emath and pull up if possible. lit a little more, amath at least fail must get d7 lah. chinese a little harder. english i dont know what to say, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've talked anough alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116134081747838219?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116134081747838219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116134081747838219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116134081747838219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116134081747838219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/whirlwind-of-emotions-and-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116117536087397489</id><published>2006-10-18T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:42:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERMINATED -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'LL SEE YOU WHEN I DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116117536087397489?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116117536087397489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116117536087397489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116117536087397489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116117536087397489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/terminated-ill-see-you-when-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116105492896246253</id><published>2006-10-17T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:54:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;200th&lt;/span&gt; post!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm spending it scolding someone who really deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do you think you are you ______ huh huh huh?&lt;br /&gt;seriously you pretend to care, you pretend, it's so fake. like PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;honestly you don't care. why do you burden yourself?&lt;br /&gt;so back off. i don't want to talk to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;you have better things in life.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; days to go. we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116105492896246253?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116105492896246253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116105492896246253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116105492896246253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116105492896246253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-200th-post-and-im-spending-it.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116100633294911144</id><published>2006-10-16T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T21:45:32.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; youtube!&lt;br /&gt;the lovely vid that can always put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's do some math okay?&lt;br /&gt;so let's see..&lt;br /&gt;if i save a minimum of $20 a month so from now til then it's:&lt;br /&gt;$20 x 7 (including this month) = $&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;140&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all the math. lucky you cause i'll already have more then enough. invest in a good card, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;count 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116100633294911144?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116100633294911144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116100633294911144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116100633294911144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116100633294911144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-love-love-youtube-lovely-vid.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116099643139608134</id><published>2006-10-16T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:00:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. How old do you wish you were?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm honestly fine with my age! i guess. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were you when 9.11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;- at home, i'm guessing witht he time difference.&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;- exploit the general offic. hey denise taught me this! *covers mouth*&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you count yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;- i disgree &lt;strong&gt;yizhen&lt;/strong&gt;! LOL yeah i can be.&lt;br /&gt;5. If you had to get yourself a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- no way&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm thinking german. or french. spanish?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you know your neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah. daphne kow!&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you consider a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;- eating and playing. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;- it lies.&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you move for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;- move to....? s'pore aint that big y'know&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;- not really&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you believe opposites attract?&lt;br /&gt;- behold the awesome magnet. i'll pay you if you can make like poles attract.&lt;br /&gt;13. Dream job?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont know&lt;br /&gt;14. Favourite channels?&lt;br /&gt;- disney!&lt;br /&gt;15. Favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;br /&gt;- shopping and church. oh yeah, my cousin's house.&lt;br /&gt;16. Showers or Baths?&lt;br /&gt;- shower&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you paint your nails?&lt;br /&gt;- to all the prefects: YES and i have worn it to school before.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you trust people easily?&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes yeah.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are your phobias?&lt;br /&gt;- the twins. HAHA kidding&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;- wy and i have said no&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;br /&gt;- it died&lt;br /&gt;22. Where would you rather be right now?&lt;br /&gt;- madrid. i like spain. i think&lt;br /&gt;23. Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy?&lt;br /&gt;- my friends&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you a heavy/light sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on what time of the night&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you impatient?&lt;br /&gt;- if golf then yes&lt;br /&gt;27. Who can you relate to?&lt;br /&gt;- some some people?&lt;br /&gt;28. How do you feel about inter-racial couples?&lt;br /&gt;- im fine with it&lt;br /&gt;29. Have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;- 3rd degree burn. NO!&lt;br /&gt;30. What's your favourite pick-up line?&lt;br /&gt;- "look at my fingernail" is NOT a pickup line GOHYIZHEN and you tried that with me before!&lt;br /&gt;31. What's your main ring tone of your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;- now it's "lips of an Angel" by Hinder. it's an awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;32. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;- reading&lt;br /&gt;33. What did the last text on your cellphone say?&lt;br /&gt;- nick asked for the PSI and thought i was out and nearly freaked. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;34. Who's bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;- mine :)&lt;br /&gt;35. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- white lor&lt;br /&gt;36. Most recent movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;- World Trade Centre which made me cry halfway. because i was scared for my chinese paper the next day.&lt;br /&gt;37. Name 3 things that you have on you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;- handphone, wallet, money&lt;br /&gt;38. What colour are your best sheets?&lt;br /&gt;- i think the orange ones&lt;br /&gt;39. How much cash do you have on your own now?&lt;br /&gt;- no i shant tell you&lt;br /&gt;40. What is your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;br /&gt;- the part with MEAT&lt;br /&gt;41. What's your favourite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;- right now? maybe San Fransisco.&lt;br /&gt;42. I can't wait till...?&lt;br /&gt;- o levels are over. ahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;43. What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;br /&gt;- really gross food.&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you own a GUN?&lt;br /&gt;- no no.&lt;br /&gt;45. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;- milo lor.&lt;br /&gt;46. Where do you think you'll be in the next 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;- wanna go melbourne. NYC.. san fransisco?&lt;br /&gt;47. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;- some weird tasting choc muffin&lt;br /&gt;48. What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- wahaha. anything that comes into my mind&lt;br /&gt;49. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Dear Dumb Diary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Worst injury you ever had?&lt;br /&gt;- sprained my ankle which i think is still slightly dislocated&lt;br /&gt;51. whatever this is GYZ.&lt;br /&gt;52. What's your favourite candy?&lt;br /&gt;- gummies&lt;br /&gt;53. What song do you want to be played at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;- eh yizhen, i'll take ur place in the saxophone section :D&lt;br /&gt;54. Five random people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;1. WYNNE!&lt;br /&gt;2. shuen&lt;br /&gt;3. hee GYS candice&lt;br /&gt;4. i also dunno leh&lt;br /&gt;5. wang susuan. if she comes here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116099643139608134?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116099643139608134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116099643139608134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116099643139608134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116099643139608134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116092278388410897</id><published>2006-10-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:33:03.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SQUEEEEE :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honey why you calling me so late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honey why you crying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is everything ok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agjhshafa WHEEEE. haha delphne has &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and i have &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. well, he's nice than &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; twin, fairer, not so scarwny and also better hair. sadly &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s not serving now because.. well.. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;svc was nice. but i never really talked to anyone else today, except delphne. cause i went earlier to keep her company. so.. oogled after svc. HAHAHA. wtvr. i sound cheery but i'm not. there's like thing nagging me i can't get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick's sick! take care! the haze is crazy seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my past has come to huant me, in the never ending nagging form of.. well, that person. suddenly i dont wanna blog anymore. i shall cheer myself up with &lt;strong&gt;youtube&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116092278388410897?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116092278388410897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116092278388410897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116092278388410897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116092278388410897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/squeeeee-d-honey-why-you-calling-me-so.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116080799747100030</id><published>2006-10-14T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:39:57.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt; if you have copyrighted &lt;em&gt;"Lemonade"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; don't hesitate to tell me. okay. why the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; do i have to give you a reason to tell you that &lt;strong&gt;I LIKE DRINKING LEMONADE AND ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS WHETHER I DO OR NOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116080799747100030?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116080799747100030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116080799747100030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116080799747100030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116080799747100030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-if-you-have-copyrighted.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116072101000593053</id><published>2006-10-13T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:30:10.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And for a moment there it seemed like everything had fallen into place.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my ultimate best friend ever. I shared everything with her, she was the very first person I would call to cry. But most of the time, I never got a response and ended up crying by my own lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the very first person to break my heart, to make me realise that things in life were too good to be true. My first betrayal, my first make up, my first hug given to me not by a family member. The first person to make my cry, the first person to make me smile. I still remember the time I actually had a crush ont his guy she liked. And I knew he liked her back too. I told her in the end, but overall, it just made our friendship stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how time can make a fool of us. Seems like we've moved on, we're so far away now, we hardly talk. I have great friends now, wonderful friends who treat me even better than she ever did. Old habits die hard, I think. Days pass and I still find myself wishing that she'd call, a text to tell me she's alive that's she's fine. But she has a life now, and I'm still clinging on to something, a vapour, a shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said I will forget her, but I can't. She's the reason why after every Febuary I'm broke. These pieces of paper, senseless mind's meanderings, promises we know we can never fulfil, promises that we know will bring us hurt eventually, but somehow we always exchange that for a minute's worth of ecstacy. Good things never last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years pass by, my birthdays have been forgotten. But I still try my outmost to lavish you with surprises and gifts I knew you would never reciprocate. I see you happy every 11th of Febuary, I cry every 20th of November. I sit my the phone hoping it will ring, only to find out you never knew the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said to you, "sorry" are just empty promises you make to me, a moment's tranquility. Remember this, my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have been forgotten, but you're always at the front of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116072101000593053?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116072101000593053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116072101000593053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116072101000593053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116072101000593053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-for-moment-there-it-seemed-like.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116066588199548492</id><published>2006-10-12T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:11:22.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i have been doing NOTHING the whole day except watch &lt;strong&gt;Full House&lt;/strong&gt;. at this rate it'll take me another 2days to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww geez i need a life. i'm baking cookies tmr! and i'm supposed to head down to vivo city soon with ney. NEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, this is gonna be so weird sicne it's the sec4's last day tmr. i wont see the tears (imagine next yr! i'll have a breakdown) but man it's gonna be weird the last few weeks of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh soon it's gonna be our turn. NO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116066588199548492?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116066588199548492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116066588199548492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116066588199548492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116066588199548492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-i-have-been-doing-nothing-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116055605012879263</id><published>2006-10-11T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:40:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went out to buy Full House..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FULL HOUSE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha! i must be really bored! but it's okay! i'm off to watch it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116055605012879263?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116055605012879263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116055605012879263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116055605012879263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116055605012879263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-went-out-to-buy-full-house.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116054170669915784</id><published>2006-10-11T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:41:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW TEMPLATE! nice nice nice? i was never a really big fan pf purple but i just loved this the moment i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the beginning of the break, its so crazy. ah. i dont want to get my maks back! which reminds me i have not updated my Lj for awhile now. oh wells. i should be getting offline soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheek of her to suggest i go down ntu. and refusing to have Chrys pass it to her. HAHA. so funny. nvm you shd see her reaction. wtvr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her (not the above mentioned kukoo); she; you. the person i may never want to see ever again. well, i dont. ever want to see of remember anws. we'll see what happens on the 2011. it shall decide. i dont care i dont give a dmaned anymore. of this point in time, you're solely forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/best%20friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;pretty pretty pretty????? i dont rmb the girls looking like that. then again i dont rmb anything but the jointed heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I promise you this.&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/17609153-116054170669915784?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116054170669915784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116054170669915784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116054170669915784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116054170669915784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-template-nice-nice-nice-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116047757007962426</id><published>2006-10-10T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:52:50.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! YOU OWE ME BIG &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; TIME CHEN WANYING!&lt;br /&gt;see? if i had not seen your phone before you alighted it would have been with me.. and who knows what i will do to it huh. HAHA. also considering the fact you won't be forced to see me till tues.. you'll just have to chase me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no! this means when we go back i won't be sitting in front of you anymore! that's so so sad! you're way more fun then the other people who used to sit around me. well, who will eventually sit around me again. sigh sigh sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now she wants to bring the chalet to my house! because i'm the one who stays the nearest to Escape AND have a bbq pit! but that means we should included Daphne in the bbq. especially if everyone's staying and stuff, we have to spread everyone out. i cannot argue with this, it IS a very strategic location. really. oh wells. we were thinking if there isn't any space (well moments earlier i just took a look MAYBE we can squeeze everyone in. the ones watching movies the whole night will dominate the living room, meaning the space there will all be gone. unless some people don't mind sleeping with the noise. then my room can fit maybe.. 3 people max? my sister's room 2 people? that leaves the other two outside. HAHA. wait. OH. hmm there are 8 of us. there will be some planning needed. maybe Chrys and Delia should bunk with Daphne. HAHA! i dont know. i don't even know if i can, of course it would be alot cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not afraid to show them my house but rather the people IN the house. my mum is okay actually, my sister too. my dad's the huge problem. if we dominate the living room, what does he do?? maybe i should convince/chase them out of the hosue that night. but it will be the bbq until you knoW.. late like 10 plus so no diff right? HMM I DUNNO WHAT TO DO! my house i small! really! i mean it's okay i dont know it seems small maybe it's cluttered and so. it's so messy!! EEYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY WANYING! DO YOUR ORGANISING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116047757007962426?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116047757007962426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116047757007962426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116047757007962426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116047757007962426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/ha-you-owe-me-big-big-time-chen.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-116019321195155271</id><published>2006-10-07T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:53:32.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/me%20alicia=forever.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/me%20alicia%3Dforever.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay i have to admit it's tiring having two blogs. sometimes i just dont know where to post and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; more papers!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on, go on we can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So little time so much to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I rather spend my days with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So little time so much to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to spend one day with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if that day is not enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe we can stay in touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm not making plans for tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For tomorrow never comes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer chinese paper how to study? like seriously TELL me how in the world to study for it????? and everyone is so convinced i NEED to study for it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY, YOU GIVE ME THE WORST CASE OF NOSTALGIA EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe the last day of school for the sec4s is like.. next week, according to dee.. that's going to be so weird. &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; sec4 next year is going to be weird! i'm gonna miss seeing ney, dee, steph, rae, van everyone around school next year. can you believe it? i can still remember the day i sat beside wanying in sec1, not knowing that was my future head prefect. thanks to SOME person telling me about how she would cry at the end of the year next year. i will cry too! you'll be one of the people i'll miss so much! no i shall tutotr you till you're my standard then you can go to the same JC as me the next time. i dont care, i'm not making the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we have to leave the things we cherish most behind, just when we were learning to appreciate the beauty of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You&amp;amp;I Collide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-116019321195155271?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/116019321195155271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=116019321195155271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116019321195155271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/116019321195155271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-okay-i-have-to-admit-its-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115969429225079217</id><published>2006-10-01T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T17:20:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was either here or my &lt;a href="http://radical-teen.livejournal.com"&gt;Livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched A Cinderella Story on HBO. What a lucky, lucky girl. Life isn't so fair sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But do you know that when you go,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall apart?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say A Cinderella Story wouldn't be the best show to watch at this point in time. It just makes you fustrated with your stagnant life. Watching people's dreams come true and wondering when yours would even come close. Okay maybe my livejournal would be better now at this point in time. I realised i have so many things i cannot mention here. Or rather be subtle about it? I'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're someone you're not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reality is harsh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hear my heart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're too far apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I waited but no reply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too far gone."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115969429225079217?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115963165038062866</id><published>2006-09-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T23:54:10.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt; OH, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't talk about it. it's such a sad, sad day for poor Xabi Alonso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching some chinese movie on tv (and i have a sneaking suspicion i have seen it before somehow) and i cried when Edison Chen died. poor Edison Chen and Gillian Cheung! okay i'm acting weird today i'll admit it. but wtvr. exam stress is getting onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRYS! i need &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115963165038062866?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115963165038062866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115963165038062866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115963165038062866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115963165038062866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/liverpool-oh-liverpool.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115959595010582970</id><published>2006-09-30T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:59:10.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new header..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! i had to edit some of the stuff. so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115959595010582970?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115959595010582970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115959595010582970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115959595010582970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115959595010582970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-header.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115952927835064127</id><published>2006-09-29T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:33:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/Zooey%20_signed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/Zooey%20_signed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'cause God's kind to those who are abandoned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are you &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i dont seem to know you people anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was crap today, i nearly cried after the paper. it'll be amiracle if i can last through it all and not have a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"it's like suddenly, you're no longer there.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks chrys for the skittles! the next time im upset, i'll eat skittles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs ang's really sweet!&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;she developed many numerous kinds of pictures of baby grace and wrote a small note for each and everyone of us. maybe her temperment is like mine, scary when were annoyed. and im surprised someone actually knew that i was angry during the break btwn our english and ss papers. wow. i'm not THAT invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i NEED a new header desperately! oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i &lt;strong&gt;said&lt;/strong&gt; i was going to take my bag!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a break and went walking with flo, shufang and ezzy after lunch. horribly broke. i shouldnt have splurged ytd. ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when life gives you lemons, throw it back at 'em.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115952927835064127?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115952927835064127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115952927835064127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115952927835064127'/><link rel='self' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115924047707307688?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115924047707307688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115924047707307688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115924047707307688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115924047707307688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-ye-fucked-up-survey-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115902292903322154</id><published>2006-09-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:48:49.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i just saw Alonso's goal against Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115902292903322154?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115902292903322154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115902292903322154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115902292903322154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115902292903322154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/omg-i-just-saw-alonsos-goal-against.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115902257034252030</id><published>2006-09-23T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:46:11.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This Is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RIISE! haha his goal was so fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so is Alonso and Agger, even though they didn't score, they're crucial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115902257034252030?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115902257034252030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115902257034252030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115902257034252030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115902257034252030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-anfield.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115893072885189610</id><published>2006-09-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:12:08.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont want to be your substitute no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Lee's PE/lifeskill lesson today really got me thinking. we were doing gym with the vault thingy or something or another. well, we had all this mats around and the boxy thingy, she said it was like challenges in life. no matter how you scream, how many times you may try, you'll eventually conquer it. the mats are around to cushion our fall. in life, everyone will fall, but we'll learn to stand up tall again. with the help of the people around us, the people who really care (or maybe, psychologically the people we &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; who care) are like the mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i well i have found out that no matter what, no matter how many mats there are, i have fallen, and i can never stand up tall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to be someone i dont like, just to make you happy. i dont want to always have to be the one waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the club &lt;strong&gt;shuen&lt;/strong&gt;. seems like we alws go through the same things huh? maybe that's why you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115893072885189610?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115893072885189610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115893072885189610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115893072885189610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115893072885189610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-want-to-be-your-substitute-no.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115839344006668902</id><published>2006-09-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:57:20.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 years ago I was..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 years old&lt;br /&gt;2. primary 4/grade 4&lt;br /&gt;3. St James School in Montgomery Alabama&lt;br /&gt;4. in sweet home Alabama!&lt;br /&gt;5. i had long hair? like pretty long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks which i enjoy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nachos&lt;br /&gt;2. ice cream&lt;br /&gt;3. chocolates&lt;br /&gt;4. potato chips&lt;br /&gt;5. food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 songs which i know all the lyrics..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Miracles Happen by Myra&lt;br /&gt;2. most of the songs by Aly and Aj&lt;br /&gt;3. Hsm soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;4. most of the songs from Hilary Duff's Metaporphosis album&lt;br /&gt;5. alot of christian songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things i would do if i had a million dollars..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. buy shoes/clothes/bags&lt;br /&gt;2. buy books!&lt;br /&gt;3. holiday&lt;br /&gt;4. makeover&lt;br /&gt;5. splurge on gifts for others, and maybe picking some for me along the way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 places i would runaway to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Madrid&lt;br /&gt;2. back to Alabama, or maybe New York&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia to visit Auntie Julia!&lt;br /&gt;4. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;5. but i'll miss loads of the people here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things i will never wear..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. negilee&lt;br /&gt;2. i honestly cant think of anything now&lt;br /&gt;3. oh right, a chicken costume&lt;br /&gt;4. any stupid halloween getup&lt;br /&gt;5. i cant think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad habits..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. short tempered&lt;br /&gt;2. stubborn&lt;br /&gt;3. i priortize wrongly&lt;br /&gt;4. i can cry easily&lt;br /&gt;5. i slack too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 biggest joys..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. being the head's PA. WOW no im kidding&lt;br /&gt;2. my friends&lt;br /&gt;3. my phone!&lt;br /&gt;4. my books!&lt;br /&gt;5. my guitar(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 famous people i'd date..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. OH Robert Pattinson!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tom Felton!&lt;br /&gt;3. Josh Lucas&lt;br /&gt;4. Heath Ledger&lt;br /&gt;5. James and Oliver Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 people to do this quiz..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. flora&lt;br /&gt;2. sheryl&lt;br /&gt;3. sharyn chang&lt;br /&gt;4. rae&lt;br /&gt;5. i doubt they would do it anways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW GUIT!! YAYNESS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;im so happy now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115839344006668902?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115839344006668902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115839344006668902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115839344006668902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115839344006668902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-years-ago-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115824116035407996</id><published>2006-09-14T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:39:20.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be sad anymore okay. it just an asshole you dont have to care. have a lovely 15th birthday and fill your life with joy. take care loads girl. love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you're an effing suck up you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so annoyed with someone in my church and school now. i mean gods you dont have to act that way right. i dont feel like going back. i would be hypocrite if i said i love my cell mates. because i dont. i really dont. i dont know but i may &lt;strong&gt;despise&lt;/strong&gt; them. only alyssa asks me how i've been. i've been invisible most of the time. the walking biology textbook. the one everyone seeks to tutor in bio. fine. look at the way you treat me and think twice before coming up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you alyssa, for always being there for me. even when no one bothers anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it a sin, to continue living a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115824116035407996?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115824116035407996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115824116035407996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115824116035407996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115824116035407996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-denise-dont-be-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115815494068297231</id><published>2006-09-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:42:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/LZ3163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/LZ3163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The grey ceiling on the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well it's lasted for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my thoughts for what they're worth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been acting like a child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your opinion, what is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's just a different point of view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else, what else can I do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said I'm sorry, yeah, I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said I'm sorry, but what for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I hurt you then I hate myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to hate myself,don't want to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you choose your pain if you only knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I won't be your winter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i won't be anyone's excuse to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we can be forgiven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old picture on the shelf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been there for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A frozen image of ourselves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were acting like a child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Innocence and in a trance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dance that lasted for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read my eyes just like a diary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh remember, please remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I'm not a begger, but whats more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I hurt you then I hate myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to hate myself, dont want to hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do you choose that pain if you only knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo complains i dont blog. what is there to blog really? my life is the same as always. i am super sleepy in some classes. super sleepy in some i dont know why. my more personal life is in my &lt;a href="http://radical-teen.livejournal.com"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; actually. you can call this a facade, i call this Kimberly. in between mugging like crazy in school and being addicted to my laptop at home and.. thinking of.. well &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;yono&lt;/span&gt;.. im just drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing significant enough for me to surface. alyssa and i saw something really interesting on the train ytd. hee. LIVERPOOL IS SCREWING UP MAN. it's not Rafael's fault, they are too preoccupied with their Euro Qualifiers. whatever. go Podolski!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever man. give me back my life and my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115815494068297231?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115815494068297231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115815494068297231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115815494068297231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115815494068297231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/grey-ceiling-on-earth-well-its-lasted.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115789553123861963</id><published>2006-09-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:38:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's coordinate geom? just those formulas right? midpoint, gradient and point of intersection or WHAT??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh help me. i HAVE to start chionging for chem. OH HELP ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115789553123861963?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115789553123861963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115789553123861963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115789553123861963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115789553123861963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/sos-whats-coordinate-geom-just-those.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115781698595123391</id><published>2006-09-09T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:49:45.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;im too sick to eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too lovesick to mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my head's too high up in the clouds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it won't come down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could you help me bring it down?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;relieve me of my cravings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm missing you too much to care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i close my eyes and you're there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're an addiction that can never be satisfied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm hooked onto you for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't even know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not till now, how much i've missed you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liverpool!! HOW COULD YOU?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115781698595123391?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115781698595123391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115781698595123391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115781698595123391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115781698595123391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-too-sick-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115711018911000798</id><published>2006-09-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:02:36.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/mioneish%20-%20sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/mioneish%20-%20sweet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't I laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why must I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime we say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why does it rain here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday that we are apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why can't it be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would it take you make you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To my Heartbreak Lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was late afternoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It lasted forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But ended so soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you believe that dreams come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's one that's waiting there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you want to find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rainbow's end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you turn around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the tears will dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever was lost will be found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're losing ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold your head up high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whatever was lost will be found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115711018911000798?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115711018911000798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115711018911000798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115711018911000798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115711018911000798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-cant-i-laugh-why-must-i-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115694505645776860</id><published>2006-08-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:37:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/draco%20-%20eternity.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/draco%20-%20eternity.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DEAD POET'S SOCIETY! brings me back to sec 1 and 2 again, just like ally! mdm amizah screened it to us the lat time in sec1 during english. it's a really awesome film. and me being alit student, i was comparing the school with Hogwarts and Neil with Cedric. why? i dont know. its just came to me. okay not so lit. Welton isn't mixed, Nohlan is nothing like Dumbledore. but Neil is ALOT like Cedric.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ally agrees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg i wanted to cry when he shot himself. i totally forgot that part, it's so sad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then flo and us saw Rahima at pp MPH! i spotted her, flo got her autograph. and i got a pic of it. haha. she's NOT dating Joakim, obviously. yay tmr! cant wait. still waiting for Er Pei to call me *looks around* BOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115694505645776860?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115694505645776860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115694505645776860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115694505645776860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115694505645776860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/dead-poets-society-brings-me-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115641801542914130</id><published>2006-08-24T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:13:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised my previous post might have been a bit TOO vulgar. not a very nice impression on all those blog visitors and/or blog hoppers out there huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the blurness of Daphne Kow I now have two sets of past year papers consisting of bio, chem, emath and amath (which scared the hell out of me when I saw it). I photocopied Chrystal's 2004 one and I'm getting the 2005 papers. especially the bio one. I seriously want to see the kind of paper that cause so many of my seniors to fail. realy. bio isn't THAT hard, it's actually quite fun. like chem, if you can get the hang of it. I think it goes forevery subject. except for amath. I can NEVER get it. it's so scary. emath is WAY fun, I just get panic attacks every amath paper I've gotten. with exceptions of spring tests lah, I'm not that big of a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE don't let me cry during the amath paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me I'm no longer sitting at the secluded and really horrible place at the front corner now. YAY! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh GODS 36 days to the finals can you believe it. feels like ytd I was in OBS. *cries* I'm taking practice papers to Thailand with me and not get distracted on the plane. I think the tv will. unless there are really good movies, or FRIENDS. I CAN ATTEMPT MULTI TASKING. this also means my bio textbook will be taking a trip with me to Thailand. yay-ness for it. you don't exactly need textbook for amath, emath and chem right? maybe chem. okay I'll consider. ah what crap is this? is this some overseas study trip?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED GAVIN! FOR AMATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is freaky. really freaky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115641801542914130?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115641801542914130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115641801542914130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115641801542914130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115641801542914130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-realised-my-previous-post-might.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115616475853981012</id><published>2006-08-21T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:52:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010103.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just fucking pissed now. I'm feeling all sour inside. But the feeling sucks, it's a cry of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the world gives a &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; damn. I have decided i shall study in school, or rather just out, everyday. so I will limit, computer time is at night. Can I just vent? swear like nothing and no one can give a shit about me because this is the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real me? My alternate ego condemns me. It &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; condemns me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115616475853981012?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115616475853981012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115616475853981012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115616475853981012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115616475853981012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-just-fucking-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115598592869363656</id><published>2006-08-19T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:20:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010432.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;we are the fanon maniacs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious. Wanying and I were just simply amused by him. FELIX See. HMM. Felix the black cat. she got it mixed up with Sonic. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;see the one with they yellow balloons is Mr See, and the one chasing him is apparently Miss Tay. Tay Ling Ling. HMM. and inspired by her &lt;em&gt;determination&lt;/em&gt;, countless girls (and women) started to chase him too. err deprived much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ok this is easily my favourite picture. look at Mr Kevin Ang and Mdm Lee! haha this was a really cute shot. you know, I should just go crazy and take every single thing, then edit later seeing as &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; missed so many things! like Wanying's finish, 4e6 and 4e9's performace. which were really awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH. head prefect! LOL I love you Wanying! no its not a public declaration but i do love this girl hahah! no I played PA for her yesterday. it was so smusing. I should make a list of the things I have done for her since she (well actually I self-proclaimed) appointed me PA. HA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have: helped her amath trigo graph, ran to the class to check if her amath tys was in class, ran back again to get it for her, let her make countless calls using my phone (which reminds me. I have Calister's number in my phone now. haha!) then I copied the Zany duty list for her and ran around school with her doing stuff for Mrs Kong. it was hilarious. and today I carried her stuff and sponsored her a drink. oh and plus I did her hair and Chrystal's too. (I have no idea why) SO. someone owes me Marche now. &lt;em&gt;MARCHE&lt;/em&gt; CHEN!! I adore that place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;plus I came up with this wonderful tag line (just to annoy her) &lt;em&gt;Sorry Wanying is currently unavailable now. Please state your name and order of business and I'll try to fit you into her schedule. She will be contacting you in a few days time. Thank You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA HA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;which totally reminds me I sould have taken a picture of Chrystal and her hair she looked so cute. get her pom poms and a tee with matching mini she can be our school's official cheerleader. haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115598592869363656?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115598592869363656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115598592869363656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115598592869363656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115598592869363656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-fanon-maniacs-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115589958882061536</id><published>2006-08-18T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T19:13:08.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and kim here would really love a lovely and somewhat idiot proof guitar tuner for her currently lovely but tuneless guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe a lovely acoustic guitar to come with it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles sweetly*&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115589958882061536?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115589958882061536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115589958882061536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115589958882061536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115589958882061536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-kim-here-would-really-love-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115536290847707573</id><published>2006-08-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T14:08:28.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010173.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010173.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PLANETSHAKERS  :  ULTRAVIOLET!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ultra rocking. although it seemed to end earlier than i really expected, it was so much better than fop. maybe cause i knew loads more planetshaker songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jeremy, Ben, Gavin, Sheryl and I met at LJS to eat dinner. at last count, i rmb Ben eating 6 packs of chilli. or maybe even more! the concert only started at 8? ended at about 930. so after everything, we went to eat. well okay just drink at macs. Gavin was doing amath, absolute graphs. its so confusing. i tell you that guy is such a genius at absolute graphs. and all amath! i need tuition from him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw, Alyssa Lim, Alicia Tio, Joey, Xiao Xuan, Jamie Chan yesterday. oh yes.. Nick and Rayson. how could i forget. and Stef Chen too! i wonder if there is spook show anytime soon? the last time it was about this time of the year too, x-country time. i cant stand x-country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the all genius Jeremy Koh has imparted to me the knowledge of exothermic and endothermic reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy : ex what in exothermic. ex sounds very violent, like heat engery being given out. you know axe is violent.&lt;br /&gt;Kim : yea exgirlfriends too right?&lt;br /&gt;Ben : what kind of nonsense is this? no logic at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and same applies when Jeremy tried explaining to Sheryl differeciating and whatever. Gavin got it down in one sentence. Jeremy spent the whole time from LJS to the MRT trying to explain. and we were walking slowly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chem paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115536290847707573?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115536290847707573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115536290847707573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115536290847707573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115536290847707573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/planetshakers-ultraviolet-it-was-ultra.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115504995231439041</id><published>2006-08-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:12:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/midnightzstorm%20-%20star%20gazing%20wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/midnightzstorm%20-%20star%20gazing%20wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I’ve got you to make me feel stronger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah when I got you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh to make me feel better &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the nights are long they’ll be easier together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, no i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel, to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel, to happy one day, to be sad the next.&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel, to exprience joy like no other.&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel, to wear a smile on your face, when your heart inside is broken.&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel, to be pushed aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how does it feel, to be me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought anyone i knew, would use the term &lt;em&gt;exclassmate(s)&lt;/em&gt; until another year later.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115504995231439041?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115504995231439041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115504995231439041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115504995231439041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115504995231439041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/cause-ive-got-you-to-make-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115487302266723392</id><published>2006-08-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:03:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/0011.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went for FOP yesterday.. the queue wasn't as long as last year. in fact there WAS not queue at all.. met Sheryl at Kallang then cabbed down to the Indoor Stadium. some taitai stole a cab from these two guys in front of us. poor things. what idiots taitais are. so we met Au Yeong and Julius at the East entrance. they were like just waiting for us haning out on the bridge la. there was NO queue in sight. waiting for Ben Jeremy and some other guy (sorry forgot his name!) for our food. (JK you owe me money! actually.. nvm) so aft they checked our bags we went in.. spent eons looking for good seats only to get back to where we started. we are seriously wacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian City Church band and Don Moen performed. it was okay la i think.. i didnt know many of their songs but it was okayy. the preacher was good but it totally didnt apply to me so it was a bore.. oh wells. we finally left at maybe about 10pm. we hung around while Au Yeong was trying to find her parents. FINALLY at like.. 1030 or so they found each other. so they suggested going to Makansutra for supper and we (stupidly to find out in the end) agreed. we took 70 to Suntec to walk to the Esplanade. spent a hug amount on food and drinks. it was crazy. so in the end we really had to zao, me and Julius both zao-ed the earliest (1122), hoping to take a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODNESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cab line at the Esplanade was crazy. we walkied to Raffles, it wasnt crazy but the time for ONE taxi to come was crazy. we called and the operators were all busy. desperate we decided to take the mrt, then find our way back. so we waited for like 9mins for the train and Julius was just listening to me vent about how rubbish the stupid s'pore's public transport system is. so finally i got to bedok to (thankfully) immediately get a cab and a cabbie who drives fast. and i wasnt charged double. so who told me double?! anws. so i reached home at like 1224. msged Julius to tell him i was home and breathed a sigh of relief. so tht's fop in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted Jeremy to pole dance for us outside the Indoor Stadium since we saw some poles that reminded some of them about the stupid thing he did in school. sadly, we later found out the pole was actually the pole of one of the many singapore flags outside the Indoor Studium. (why? so mnay flags for WHAT?) so we decided tforget it since it was gonna be national day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait. i have an awesome Panjabi suit. it's awesome. well, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115487302266723392?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115487302266723392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115487302266723392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115487302266723392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115487302266723392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/went-for-fop-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115474524511921262</id><published>2006-08-05T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:34:05.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I could say what I want to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd say I want to blow you away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be with you every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could say what I want to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see you go down on one knee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marry me today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'm wishing my life away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dare you to tell me to walk through fire &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear my soul and call me a liar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We built it up, To watch it fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like we meant nothing at all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave and gave the best of me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But couldn't give you what you need. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You walked away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stole my life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to find what your looking for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But no matter how I try, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't hate you anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've been hiding in the shadows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you forgotten how we used to dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me remind you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The light doesn't blind you at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just helps you see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115474524511921262?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115474524511921262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115474524511921262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115474524511921262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115474524511921262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-could-say-what-i-want-to-say-id.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115451325325651782</id><published>2006-08-02T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:07:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i passed chemistry!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU&lt;br /&gt;candice! so much! for your tutuorial, your time. YOU MAKING ME DO PERCENTAGE PURITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ache in places i never knew could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115451325325651782?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115451325325651782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115451325325651782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115451325325651782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115451325325651782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-passed-chemistry-thankyouthankyoutha.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115443147667717132</id><published>2006-08-01T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:45:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/princess_herm%20-%20reese.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/princess_herm%20-%20reese.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oww my chest hurts.. maybe it's angina.. HAHAHA. okayy.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry marissa the slippers are too small! i forgot op sells stuff that have WAYY small cutting *bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTF today! i love pft. except 2.4. i hav no stamina to speak of.. literally. so id rather you force me to do like.. 40 inclined pull ups. at least i'll have nice arms. hee. so here's my results:&lt;br /&gt;sit ups: 31 (A)&lt;br /&gt;standing broad jump: 179 (A)&lt;br /&gt;sit and reach: 46(A) i think..&lt;br /&gt;inclined pull ups: 20 (A)&lt;br /&gt;shuttle run: 11.3 (ehh. A is like &lt;11.2 and B is like 11.5-11.7?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im 14 btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how can i let my stupid lack of thigh muscles to pull me down!!!! NOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the partial rant:&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that someone who can be so nice be such a wannabe around someone else? seriously. she's nice, but when she's around [her] i dont know.. i just wanna puke. what's with the sudden closeness? and are you trying to say that you dont TRUST me keeping the damned secret for two whole months? tell me if it's not worth it. tell me to stop my futile efforts. dont laugh one day and blow me off the other. whatever. seriously. my efforts arnt appreciated anywhere. i dont wanna care. i dont wanna care about YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, what can i say? i never stayed angry with anyone im close to for more than 1/2 h. no matter how much or how often they irritate me. i cant seem to find fault in what they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my swivelling chair's stupidly spoilt! oh crappy shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wanna cry on &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; shoulder now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random bio facts!&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;enthrokinase&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;intestinal juice&lt;/strong&gt; change &lt;strong&gt;trypsinogen&lt;/strong&gt; into &lt;strong&gt;trypsin&lt;/strong&gt; which then changes &lt;strong&gt;proteins&lt;/strong&gt; in to &lt;strong&gt;polypeptides&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;small intestine&lt;/strong&gt;. (but the txtbk put &lt;strong&gt;trypsin&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;pancreatic juice&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trypsinogen&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;trypsin&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;intestinal juice&lt;/strong&gt;..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# &lt;strong&gt;pepsin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trypsin&lt;/strong&gt; both change &lt;strong&gt;proteins&lt;/strong&gt; into &lt;strong&gt;polypeptides&lt;/strong&gt;. however &lt;strong&gt;pepsin&lt;/strong&gt; is only active in the &lt;strong&gt;stomach&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;trypsin&lt;/strong&gt; is only active in the &lt;strong&gt;small intestine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;erepsin&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;small intestine&lt;/strong&gt; change the &lt;strong&gt;polypeptides &lt;/strong&gt;into &lt;strong&gt;amino acids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115443147667717132?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115443147667717132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115443147667717132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115443147667717132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115443147667717132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/08/oww-my-chest-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115434450695571293</id><published>2006-07-31T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:27:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/16/h.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/16/a.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/16/p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/16/p.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/alph/16/y.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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RIGHT: 0px; WIDTH: 88px; POSITION: absolute; TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 31px" align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey dear brother in Christ:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know this is your birthday wish. may you grow closer to the Lord as you grow older. may He bless you with wisdom and dilligence as you go closer to your o levels. that His hand of blessing will be over you as you sit for this very important exam. walk with him a road of safety and peace and joy as the Lord sees in you what he always wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perfection in His eyes :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shopped shopped shopped for the belated girls' birthday presents! (shhh! cant tell you what it is!) but im broke now.. so cutting down on food! thatnks ah Marissa, Wanying and Candice.. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115434450695571293?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115434450695571293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115434450695571293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115434450695571293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115434450695571293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-dear-brother-in-christi-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115426912832614227</id><published>2006-07-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:18:48.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL NOT EAT RECESS TMR AND THE NEXT FEW DAYS SO AS TO SAVE MONEY TO BUY MARISSA HER BIRTHDAY PRESENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be touched marissa (: thats coz i got brutally attacked by ur sister today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115426912832614227?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115426912832614227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115426912832614227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115426912832614227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115426912832614227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-will-not-eat-recess-tmr-and-next-few.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115414628815099642</id><published>2006-07-29T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T12:11:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/76.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;chiobu's now licensed to drive! haha congrats! i know how seemingly bad u were intially. haha good for you! now all u need is a car and u dont have to stay in the hostel anymore. but not for another two months i guess. hahaha. so now i owe you what? ice cream, ur birthday present and i distinction in bio. yea.. i'll do that :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FF8 FF8 FF8 FF8 FF8 FF8 FF8 FF8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115414628815099642?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115414628815099642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115414628815099642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115414628815099642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115414628815099642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/chiobus-now-licensed-to-drive-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115407486282358469</id><published>2006-07-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T16:21:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/my%20head%20prefect%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/my%20head%20prefect%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; congratulations my dearest &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANYING&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRYSTAL&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115407486282358469?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115407486282358469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115407486282358469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115407486282358469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115407486282358469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/congratulations-my-dearest-wanying-and.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115401247048509163</id><published>2006-07-27T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:01:10.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/midnightzstorm%20-%20emma.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/midnightzstorm%20-%20emma.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are up and ready to go. They have finally managed to resist the temptation of slacking. And I am sure that this would help my fingers to stop making the stupidest grammatical mistakes ever whenever I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog properly, for once. Something that i have probably never done before, typing in proper standard english. Something that Sheryl has always motivated me to do, but it never happened somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, i am very proud of the drama production held in the studio yesterday. Sure the lights being constantly switched on and off is such a turn off, but if that was what was good for the production, then it's a must. Yasmin was pretty, Cheryl was cheery. Suann, was.. Just Suann! I have to say it is most probably the most interesting performance held by our school. Which brings me to my school's vision for year one-thing-or-another. The school wants to raise money to build a Arts Centre at where our current DnT and tennis court and I'm guessing, the basketball court too. So here's the fund rasing! What can I say? It's such a case of deja vu. Elias Park had a fund raiser a year before I left the school to help pay for the new building too. So Mrs Ang spent a good half the period of Biology explaining how the future batches of girls and possibly our daughters (I luaghed embarassingly hard at that) will "reap what we sow". Totally wrong usage of the phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's the annual Prefect Investiture. Things that we cannot do in the hall is talking, slouching, showing our shorts when we sit, sleep, eat, breathe, so on and so forth. (no I am kidding about the breathing part.) Whatever it is, it is like prison. Why are the prefects making things so difficult for the student population? Or rather just the Sec2s and 3s but.. Come on, "dealt with"? Sounds like they are going to haul you off just for &lt;em&gt;breathing&lt;/em&gt;. And the prefects don't even have the courtesy to tell us with the Head Prefect is. (though we all can guess, can't we?) Come on, we don't want to cause any unnecessary shock do we? Be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be venting. No. Planetshakers concert, anyone? The tickets are only $4 for students, $8 for working adults. Held at the Max Pavillion, Hall 1o in Singapore Expo on the 11th and 12th of August. We promise you lots of fun and Christ-centred music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take things in our stride. Like my upcoming Biology paper, I am determined to score well for that. I do not want a repeat of the Chemistry paper issue. Although we have not gotten our papers back, we can guess. So here's to all, God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;/strong&gt;I just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to say this&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115401247048509163?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115401247048509163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115401247048509163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115401247048509163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115401247048509163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-fingers-are-up-and-ready-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115399167443785000</id><published>2006-07-27T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:14:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>picspams PICSPAMS! i wanted to do it earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/karins04%20-%20classes.1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/karins04%20-%20classes.1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/midnightzstorm%20-%20emma%20watson.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/midnightzstorm%20-%20emma%20watson.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/dramionesm.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/dramionesm.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/banner_tegof.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/banner_tegof.2.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/Sugarsilk-clandestine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/Sugarsilk-clandestine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/alexia_drake-%20understand.13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/alexia_drake-%20understand.13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; YES!! my draco hermione craziness. okayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama was fun ytd. nearly caused SOMEONE another heart attack. hmm. okay suann and cheryl were awesome! yasmin was pretty. ok im a lazy ass. fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115399167443785000?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115399167443785000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115399167443785000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115399167443785000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115399167443785000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/picspams-picspams-i-wanted-to-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115383856616981063</id><published>2006-07-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:42:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she still laughs,&lt;br /&gt;when she sees your face.&lt;br /&gt;she still smiles,&lt;br /&gt;when she hears your voice.&lt;br /&gt;she still wishes,&lt;br /&gt;you were here with her.&lt;br /&gt;and she still cries,&lt;br /&gt;when she reads your final letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's still crying for her memories&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115383856616981063?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115383856616981063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115383856616981063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115383856616981063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115383856616981063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/she-still-laughs-when-she-sees-your.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115366382856881523</id><published>2006-07-23T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:10:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy birthday VICTORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY M'DEAR MARISSA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday to marisaaaaaaaaa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday and God bless you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blister from straps of sandals. hurt like crazy. new pumps. hope they arnt too small. actually just nice im thinking. one size bigger will be tooo huge! i like them! jhope they dont give me blisters of problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115366382856881523?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115366382856881523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115366382856881523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115366382856881523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115366382856881523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-victoria-and.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115313474305581593</id><published>2006-07-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:45:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sat (and subsequently, froze) in kfc today for a good 3hrs plus. i reached at about 2. candice reached at about 2 plus. she made me do stoichiometry questions. omg i swear she nearly cried when i told i forgot the chemical formula of nitric acid. (which is HNO3 btw) that when evelyn and alyssa came. evelyn started insulting Podolski again. she has switched to Ballack now.. hmm. so candice questioned them about the formulas of various acids. only evelyn got all correct. surprised? she can if she wants to. HA! im not the only one who doesnt know ok! so it helped alot. therese jocina wenning and jasmine came. then it was noisy! then jasmine and wenning left, candice left at abt 5 for trng. then we all zao-ed at 530 or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much candice! haha im getting the hand of mole now. once i rmb all the correct formulaes and apply, i will be able to do it! i wanna score well for you too! haha i will. thank thank thank you so much CHIOBU! im so grateful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/strangelogic%20-%20pose.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;are you overseas yet denise? was the listening really that bad nick? you okay sheryl? dont worry, guys are just major idiots. alyssa dont worry, they wont make you balance wrong equations. unless you made the mistake again. CO3 has a charge of 2+, not +. RIGHT???? ZOMG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want want want &lt;strong&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115313474305581593?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115313474305581593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115313474305581593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115313474305581593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115313474305581593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/sat-and-subsequently-froze-in-kfc.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115305908262914341</id><published>2006-07-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:11:22.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so awesome i so have to watch &lt;strong&gt;10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/strong&gt;. i keep getting this film mixed up with &lt;strong&gt;How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. anyone have the dvd can you PLEASE lend me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey ally: i couldnt find the poster of your hubby im so sorry! i dont know where the mag is. actually it was my cousin's and i couldnt find it. i went to search alr. sorry! please dont take away my hubby!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115305908262914341?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115305908262914341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115305908262914341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115305908262914341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115305908262914341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115304515714872218</id><published>2006-07-16T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:19:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DEAR&lt;/strong&gt; sweet:&lt;br /&gt;- alyo&lt;br /&gt;- delphne&lt;br /&gt;- rae&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;nick*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;raphael&lt;br /&gt;- sheryl couzzie!&lt;br /&gt;- wenning&lt;br /&gt;- wanying&lt;br /&gt;- susuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for your LC tmr! all the best (esp those who are from tk. i had to clear my table for you all ok! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* see you next week! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115304515714872218?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115304515714872218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115304515714872218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115304515714872218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115304515714872218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-sweet-alyo-delphne-rae-nick.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115288539469384813</id><published>2006-07-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:56:34.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohh boyy. suddenly, im sad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tempted to cry in front of suann everytimes im with here for too long a time. and i always WILL myself not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why why why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people out there, i want i talk to you. denise, alicia, nick. where are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115288539469384813?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115288539469384813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115288539469384813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115288539469384813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115288539469384813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohh-boyy.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115278828745815303</id><published>2006-07-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:58:07.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/P1010326.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010326.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gave &lt;strong&gt;Mrs C.R&lt;/strong&gt; today's &lt;em&gt;Life!&lt;/em&gt;. her husband had a spread. and where was my dearest hubby? NOT THERE. why? coz he's too good for just &lt;em&gt;Life!&lt;/em&gt; (or so im telling myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear &lt;em&gt;Straits Time&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i forgive you on your oversight of not including my husband in the spread on footballers in the Life! section dated 13july2006. i thank you for not letting over underserving people out there oogle at him, but, you deprived me of some good pictures too. since he refeuses to pose for me.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs L.Podolski&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha. im such an idiot. i left &lt;strong&gt;Macbeth&lt;/strong&gt; in school!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt; and i have a test tmr! an oh god did thoose sign just turn into a link?! HMM. hurrays for me and my lousy brain. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dearest &lt;strong&gt;bestie&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i know you're there. i just guess you're busy. never tag me anymore :( i miss you! i wanna talk to you! still missing your presence (and your table) in school hope ssps is fun for you, but dont forget us here at tkg. we wont forget you girl. hope to meet you soon?yea if you need, you can use my atm card again. i shall take it as.. a favour to &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people. take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115278828745815303?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115278828745815303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115278828745815303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115278828745815303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115278828745815303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/gave-mrs-c.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115271236358848637</id><published>2006-07-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:52:43.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/LukasPodolski"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/LukasPodolski%27s%20abs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who loves Lukas Podolski?&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;strong&gt;I DO&lt;/strong&gt;! MY &lt;strong&gt;HUBBY&lt;/strong&gt;! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;strong&gt;alicia&lt;/strong&gt; has become &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs &lt;/em&gt;C.Ronaldo&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you &lt;strong&gt;denise&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;get well soon &lt;strong&gt;raechel&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115271236358848637?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115271236358848637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115271236358848637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115271236358848637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115271236358848637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-loves-lukas-podolski-oh-i-do-my.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115253096417379949</id><published>2006-07-10T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:29:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/1605513290.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/1605513290.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so here's to the world champion on 2006. but watch out coz Spain's coming back atcha. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wont talk abt it coz man, if you are a soccer fan. you wouldn't have missed it for the world! it was actually interesting the match, even though everyone said it was gonna be boring because both teams play very defensively and sure France was going to edge out Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as big as the mistake of the commentator to remind me of the French victory against Spain, so i was sore again and i was like, heck let Italy win. Australis wouldn't have got too far either. (no offence. i only support Australia coz of Harry Kewell. duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so the story goes.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im annoyed woman. just coz ur stinking orals didnt come out like you planned doesnt mean you can take it out on me. just because i TRY my best to make you feel better, you keep telling yourself, oh no no one can make me feel better, you're building a wall that's keeping all the frustration on the [failed] oral in. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; just want you to feel better. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am trying to make you happy. &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; just keep convincing yourself it's bad. well then, you're doing perfectly without me. i mean, if you want to feel sorry for yourself, dont tell me ok? don't make me waste my time saying things you don't want to hear. wallow in misery for all i care if that's what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said, whatever you say goes. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/Schweinsteiger%20and%20Podolski.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schweinsteiger&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Podolski&lt;/strong&gt;. the man would brought about two fab goals against Portugal (HAHA!!) and the other, the Young Player Award winner. (i want that shirt he's wearing!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/podolski%20shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;MY PODOLSKI!! i cant get the pic of him with the trophy i dont know why.  the tumbnail's on &lt;strong&gt;FIFA&lt;/strong&gt; but the actual photo's missing.. HMM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;because of my love for &lt;strong&gt;Podolski&lt;/strong&gt; (and &lt;strong&gt;Torres&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alonso&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Fabregas&lt;/strong&gt;) i'm supporting &lt;strong&gt;Germany&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Spain&lt;/strong&gt; for Euro and World Cup 2008 and 20120 respectively. hee. until they both play together then.. we'll see then..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115253096417379949?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115253096417379949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115253096417379949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115253096417379949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115253096417379949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-heres-to-world-champion-on-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115241922003454146</id><published>2006-07-09T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T12:27:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and it's Germany 3, Portugal 1..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/germany%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a victorious German Team. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY justin's prediction was wrong! and for a moment it actually seemed like it would come true. (no offence there stine!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the game started with just both teams volleying the ball about not until well into the first half both teams started attacking. it was WAYY interesting since both teams could attack n defend, not just defend. in so bored of watching that kinda matches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Schweinsteiger scored in the 56min and the 78min. own goal by Petit actually made me feel sorry, and it kinda seemed like that would make up for C.Ronaldo's "whiny bitchiness" in the England match. but then, Nuno Gomez scored in the 88min so.. it's back to square one. the had an own goal, but also had a goal. no matter. without that own goal Germany would still have won.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ronaldo is still a whiny bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY Germany won. i've never liked Portugal, dont think i will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olver Khan was pro ok. he saved quite a few shots. so i think Nuno Gomez's goal actually caught him off guard. if Khan can play so fab, imagine what Germany's no1 goalkeeper can do. i dont know, i never really watched their matches. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115241922003454146?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115241922003454146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115241922003454146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115241922003454146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115241922003454146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-its-germany-3-portugal-1.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115227696777708868</id><published>2006-07-07T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:56:07.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fat hamster EATS plastic. or just REALLY loves to chew on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where's the plastic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115227696777708868?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115227566158908959</id><published>2006-07-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:34:21.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"My favorite thing that drives me wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is when a city girl walks a country mile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a boy she loves God bless the child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inside the girls of summer"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont bother fighting with him for the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly.. i dont know what to blog. oh yes.. i was going through koalathebear's LJ on LJ and i came across a Ernie video. i think im having a second childhood but it was rocking funny and GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=720l0cuoRIY"&gt;Watch How Ernie Pisses Bert Off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. over n over again. it's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. drama today. it was ok. i mean i kinda like acting, just not my role. the first part sucked. i ahd huge chunks of words that i felt TOTALLy didnt fit Miss Minchin one bit. the second part was better. i made up some impromptu stuff but overall i thought it was ok. i guess i like the sneering Miss Minchin better. makes acting WAY more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed: watching "The Dresser" for a low low low price of $4!!! everybody say whopee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115227566158908959?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115227566158908959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/ahmunnnaeatchoo%20-%20strut.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/ahmunnnaeatchoo%20-%20strut.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ohh whee im gonna try blogging smth long within the 15 mins. at 6, i'll watch High School Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty slack-ish day. SPA lab the first three periods. then free period then lit. so yes.. nothing much. tmr's the eng drama. i dont wanna do it. im kinda irritated with my group now. oh wells. talked to sharyn about her band concert. hope her solo went well, even if the other ppl didnt think it was good, im sure you put alot of effort in it! and if u made mistakes, the others may have made even more mistakes. so since you were chosen means ur alr good ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched with rae. talked. alot. i prefer talking to her so much more than with del or aly. del's too blunt, i dont need judgement when im trying to talk about issues. aly usually doesnt talk abt stuff like this.. i mean.. not until she really has to. so i guess, talking to rae's the best. she knows the best approach. thank you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look 10 mre mins. ending school at 12 tmr. so what. shd i go for tuition? hmm maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was sailing today den? (am i even close enough to call you diggy? i dont know, i dont wanna offend you) hope the weather was good. i mean aft this morning's rain and all. t was pretty okay in the afternoon i guess. all the best tmr! your last day :) then u wont be chiong-ing for our school anymore.  oh wells. just be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wc is just so boring now. i think the 3rd/4th placing game would be even more interesting than the finals. seriously. who knows. i dont wanna go school on monday. just chiong-ing soccer all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most honest birthday present i've ever heard anyone request before is wanting to draw closer to God. that's awesome i think. so don't worry, i'll pray for you on your birthday! whatever it is, i'll see you in church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i lied. im posting 5mins b4 6. so sue me. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115217989377606737?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115217989377606737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115217989377606737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115217989377606737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115217989377606737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/ohh-whee-im-gonna-try-blogging-smth.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115210385626297079</id><published>2006-07-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:50:56.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;oh candice, candice, CANDICE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boooo. you evil evil woman. see lah, don't wanna confirm with me if you're going for the band concert then now you come and msg me asking me where i am &lt;em&gt;AND YOU SAY I'M LOUSY COZ I'M NOT THERE!&lt;/em&gt; :( ohh you owe me a big one ok! i've never seen anyone so un-excited for their birthday present one la. you are seriously one wacked person. but i still love you. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should not post things that make me sad no no no no. Brandon Routh looks hot in the 8days spread. looks just TOO plastic-y in Superman Returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see candice? majority of this post is for you. so TAG. before i spam you. no i'm nice i won't do that. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115210385626297079?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115210385626297079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115210385626297079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115210385626297079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115210385626297079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-candice-candice-candice.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115201719945734307</id><published>2006-07-04T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:46:39.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life's peachy, dont you reckon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i scare everyone with all the zac and ashley stuff.. haha oops! i thought the banner looked cute, coz it's them. but ok, sorry! obession. oh right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany's playing Italy today. go Germany! its the most neutral team left now. i hold some animosity for all the other three teams. Itally scored the really unfair penalty against Australia, i dont have to say more for the France and Spain game and Portugal seriously just went too far with England. so there you go. this has been a really interesting World Cup season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have to bring all the clothes needed for my drama "production" tmr, and i realised how bulky all my stuff are. it's like, im the wardrobe mistress or smth. WOW-NESS. but i hope everything will come out nice. i can't wait to watch the other groups do their performance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math ca. so i forgot to bring my calculator. no1 DONT. two questions, screwed up probably half of it. damn. ahh. ok wth. 25marks and 40%. CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole of recess talking abt the World Cup to England's fate to Liverpool's fate and gays. i dont know why. dont ask me. maybe coz elise was there. hahahha. im feeling better now =) &lt;em&gt;TOODLES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/amused.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/amused.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- amused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I Dare You - Shinedown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115201719945734307?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115201719945734307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115201719945734307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115201719945734307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115201719945734307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/lifes-peachy-dont-you-reckon-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115185369840336253</id><published>2006-07-02T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:55:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so i'll just do the world a favour and curl up and die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lend her your shoulder so she can cry.&lt;br /&gt;place your hand on her shoulder and tell her it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;give her a hug as she buries her face, causing tear stains on your shirt.&lt;br /&gt;curl your lip into a pathetic look, and make her smile again.&lt;br /&gt;so text her a message to tell her you miss her.&lt;br /&gt;your words echo through her mind as she sees that note you gave her last valentines.&lt;br /&gt;she remembers what a great friend you are.&lt;br /&gt;and she kneels to pray a prayer for you.&lt;br /&gt;she wishes you happiness and good health.&lt;br /&gt;yet only the stars know how much you mean to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's happy, but what about &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115185369840336253?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115185369840336253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115185369840336253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115185369840336253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115185369840336253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-ill-just-do-world-favour-and-curl.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115174315777442881</id><published>2006-07-01T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:39:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/hsmbanner50cy.png" border="0" /&gt;i've been cheated. one of my stupid hsm files cannot open. luckily the seond one will be done today.. so whatever it is, i have my hsm! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a normal something, yet that voice in my head nags and tells me its gonna be different when it's back to school. monday's youth day so thank God i think im meeting up with Denise and... dunno who. HEAR THAT STINE! CHOOSE SAILING OVER UR COUSIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. denise was lame ytd during thw whole show. we binged and it's like.. i think she was high on sugar. she ate two bars or choc (actually one n a half. she made me eat the other half) and like.. loads of chips. we ate alot. stood weirdly at Eunos mrt station for a goos half hour talking and msg. and somehow justin comes into the picture agin. why? i dont know. i still have not seen his Germany photos yet. stine u owe me. for forgetting me. hahah joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG STUPID HSM FILE SO HIGH AND NOW I CANT OPEN! at least i know the second one can. just hurry. or maybe i shd watch first. yea.. i shd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as Sharpay would say: &lt;em&gt;TOODLES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and love you denise!&lt;br /&gt;and you owe me stine! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115174315777442881?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115174315777442881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115174315777442881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115174315777442881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115174315777442881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-been-cheated.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115167259811034283</id><published>2006-06-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T21:03:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/toddler%20in%20victorian%20crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/toddler%20in%20victorian%20crying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "I spend a &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; away from her. i spend the whole time worrying about her competitions in Australia and i come back and find out she's leaving for Sports School &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; like that?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my msn nick and the quote (which i wailed on my way down to eng) is for you Denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying since 730 in the morning on and off till 1025. when i cried full time til about 1115 or so. my eyes are exhausted. it was so crazy and scary. i see her, we just start crying. mengli started it all. i feel bad for her. i mean, i have mental preparation. she just found out today. and when evelyn started crying, it became all bad. so i just cried and cried and cried. thanks for those in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school we watched Superman Returns. bad plot. then when we went home, i sent Denise back to eunos. so yea.. crazy. then we were like standing at eunos mrt for like half n hour or so talking and msging the same person.. stine stine stine. thanks again man for consoling me. it was funny. i think i'll see her again on monday so.. its ok. im so tired. feels so good to take my contacts out. im gonna come out with the top 10 craziest things i've done for my friends (and you my bestie, den! i'll email it to you, but that doesnt mean u cannot done tag OK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"where d'you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;seems like it's been forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since you've been gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please come back home"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(its shd be like.. "why" not "where" but whatever. love ya girl.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115167259811034283?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115167259811034283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115167259811034283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115167259811034283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115167259811034283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-spend-month-away-from-her.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115157763325236710</id><published>2006-06-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T18:40:33.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/ahmunnnaeatchoo%20-%20ashzac.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/ahmunnnaeatchoo%20-%20ashzac.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my header! WHEEEE. i love it. hahaha. ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise is leaving tmr. im trying to psycho myself into thinking everything will be ok. it will. i mean, she's still in the country. when she goes australia, then i will cry like mad. plus i hope she comes back aft that. if not i'll cry even worse. haii. if suann n alicia go too, im..... speechless. oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shd be happy! i got my header!&lt;br /&gt;and thnks &lt;strong&gt;stine&lt;/strong&gt;! loads! (my flashbox is having probs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115157763325236710?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115157763325236710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115157763325236710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115157763325236710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115157763325236710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/oooo.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115149164213577637</id><published>2006-06-28T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:47:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/yavi_no_hikari%20-%20bobbyskate.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/yavi_no_hikari%20-%20bobbyskate.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's it.&lt;br /&gt;she's leaving, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her loads you know.&lt;br /&gt;school will never be the same without her.&lt;br /&gt;im in such shock i can't even cry.&lt;br /&gt;ok tears are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being such a wonderful friend. you know, i still have the valentines card on my desk. it's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;take care and i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;loads  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;33s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115149164213577637?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115149164213577637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115149164213577637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115149164213577637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115149164213577637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115140771069668411</id><published>2006-06-27T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:28:30.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/yucor%20-%20squishes!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/320/yucor%20-%20squishes%21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Australia lost to Italy. i cannot believe it! the damned referee!! Neill didnt foul! the bloody idiot purposely tripped over him. so Totti got the penalty kick and cheers to Mark Schwarzer for his great attempt to save the goal. but it was too good. so there u go. Italy won, because that idiot (or hero to the Italians) of a team member just couldn't handle the heat and didn't want to go into extra time and maybe, even the penalty shoot out. so he tripped, blind referee gave the penalty kick, just as it was nearing the few seconds to the end of injury time. n so Australia are out! wth. poor Harry Kewell didnt play because of an injury. if not, the game could have been turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands are out too. sad. but Portugal was strong opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France playing Spain tonight (or rather tmr morning) at 3am. im waking up. everyone thinks im crazy. if Spain win, the face Brazil in the Quarter finals. unless but some freakish thing Ghana wins. poor Spain. and LICKY England i have to say. the earliest they would meet brazil would be in the Semis! and reaching the Semis is alr good! i tell you if they had met Brazil in the group stage they would have been trashed. seriously. they count themselves lucky to be playing Brazil so late. GO SPAIN! it's not impossible to beat Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid LJ's missing the icon for me to upload pics. grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115140771069668411?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115140771069668411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115140771069668411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115140771069668411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115140771069668411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/australia-lost-to-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115078258372934172</id><published>2006-06-20T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:49:43.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/chubosaurus%20-%20A&amp;Z.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/400/chubosaurus%20-%20A%26Z.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im hooked on the High School Musical soundtrack. the songs are awesome. Ashley and Zac look cute together dont they? they say their dating. i dont know but they look chummy. definately chummier than him and Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;school's reoping soon. this sucks. i dont want to know who my screwed up bio teacher's gonna be. it would SUCK. plus i ahve not gotten my time table yet. oh screw. stupid stupid thing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday's the miracle catch. i dont have any confirmations yet. THAT'S BAD! why? because all those people who i know are mostly christians, if not their parents dont let them go. i cant help it.. parental objection is something beyond my control.&lt;br /&gt;so im on touchkidz duty in the morning. im joining crystal and denise and amebel and others doing the WELCOMING CLOWN. can you believe it? amebel and i dont even like clowns! but i dont mind really. if i get to play with joash.(did i get the spelling correct finally?) i saw him that day.. haha so funny. i really missed that kid.&lt;br /&gt;so after the miracle catch im still on duty. which is weird. who would come at like.. well aft 330? nvm. so im jus wearing shirt and short and flip-flops. then changing to a skirt. del thinks it more appropriate for svc since it's the miracle catch and all. i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus im getting cip hours for that. why quibble? so that's my sunday plans. the whole day at expo halls 9&amp;amp;10. i hope that out of my 8, at least 3 or so can come, im happy alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115078258372934172?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115078258372934172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115078258372934172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115078258372934172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115078258372934172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-hooked-on-high-school-musical.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115028953581052888</id><published>2006-06-14T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:52:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i HATE pity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DON'T EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If someone said three years from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz they're all wrong and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That last kiss I'll cherish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And time makes it harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I keep you memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darlin' who knew"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115028953581052888?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115028953581052888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115028953581052888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115028953581052888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115028953581052888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-hate-pity.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-115004466222590027</id><published>2006-06-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T00:51:02.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/bobbykitty%20skate.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/bobbykitty%20skate.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im stupidly bored now so just.. take it as entertainment or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--x--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. full name: &lt;/strong&gt;kimberly ang ying min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. name backwards: &lt;/strong&gt;gna ylrebmik? sounds forgien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. were you named after anyone:&lt;/strong&gt; highly doubt so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. does your name mean anything: &lt;/strong&gt;kim means the ruling one or smth? i dont know, i have the mug on my shelve though =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. nick name:&lt;/strong&gt; kimmy(alyo n hj)  kim  pink ranger(weijie la. NOT a nickname, but to irritate me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. screen name:&lt;/strong&gt; what screen name? on msn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. date of birth: &lt;/strong&gt;2o111991&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. place of birth:&lt;/strong&gt; s'pore. err.. NUH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. nationality:&lt;/strong&gt; english i WISH man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. current location:&lt;/strong&gt; if Dumbledore from Hogwarts sent me a owl now, the address would be middle of unit o6o6 in no-life condo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. star sign:&lt;/strong&gt; scorpio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. religion: &lt;/strong&gt;im a child of God and im PROUD of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. height:&lt;/strong&gt; pathetic 160&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. weight:&lt;/strong&gt; what. you wont get that out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. shoe size: &lt;/strong&gt;5-6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. hair colour:&lt;/strong&gt; balck/brown depending on the lighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. eye colour:&lt;/strong&gt; id like to think really dark brown. possible ya know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. what do you look like: &lt;/strong&gt;like that babe i see in the mirror everyday. LOL no kidding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. innie or outie:&lt;/strong&gt; in out? i dont know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. righty, lefty, or ambidextrous: &lt;/strong&gt;righty. definately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. gay, straight, bi, or other?: &lt;/strong&gt;ahem. str8 lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. best friends: &lt;/strong&gt;alicia, alyo! denise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. best friend you trust the most:&lt;/strong&gt; those three goons up there ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. favourite pals: &lt;/strong&gt;besties, cell members, church friends, justin, thomas.. err.. some school ppl too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. best friends of the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt; what if i dont have best friends just some REALLY good friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. best buddies:&lt;/strong&gt; buddies, friends, is there a big diff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. boyfriend or girlfriend: &lt;/strong&gt;i'll say: I WISH. ok shawn ashmore. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. crush: &lt;/strong&gt;who's telling you?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. parents:&lt;/strong&gt; one guy and one lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. worst enemy:&lt;/strong&gt; HEE. someone from church i loathe. and this pri school girl. JINGLE QUEK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. favorite on-line guys:&lt;/strong&gt; thomas, nick, stine(on my tag board), raphael(who's leaving me hanging now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. favorite on-line girls: &lt;/strong&gt;candice, veggie, ney, jess(my aussie friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. funniest friend:&lt;/strong&gt; hee. denise. suann.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. craziest friend: &lt;/strong&gt;denise, suann, srine? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. advice friend:&lt;/strong&gt; alyo, del, jerrine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. loudest friend:&lt;/strong&gt; ME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. person you cry with: &lt;/strong&gt;not with lah. i mean to? have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. any sisters:&lt;/strong&gt; yeeeeaaaaaa.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. any brothers: &lt;/strong&gt;wishful thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40. any pets:&lt;/strong&gt; yea. my sister and her million toys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. a disease:&lt;/strong&gt; STML. short term memory loss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. a pager: &lt;/strong&gt;oh gross no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. a personal phone line:&lt;/strong&gt; not so common in s'pore lah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. a cell phone:&lt;/strong&gt; cant live without it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. a lava lamp: &lt;/strong&gt;so now u know what i want for my bdae huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. a pool or hot tub:&lt;/strong&gt; yea. its downstairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. a car:&lt;/strong&gt; i WISH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe your...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48. personality: &lt;/strong&gt;eh.. funny? crazy? sometimes emo. i dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. driving:&lt;/strong&gt; they say i drive them up the wall. so im pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50. car or one you want: &lt;/strong&gt;march or latio? in green or orange? hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51. room:&lt;/strong&gt; hurricane kimberly =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. what's missing?:&lt;/strong&gt; yea a bf. ok joking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. school:&lt;/strong&gt; tkg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54. bed: &lt;/strong&gt;my multi purpose place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55. relationship with your parents:&lt;/strong&gt; ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. believe in yourself:&lt;/strong&gt; mostly no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57. do you believe in love at first sight?: &lt;/strong&gt;yea i mean. sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. consider yourself a good listener:&lt;/strong&gt; most of the time yes. depending on what too. lectures and im outta here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. get along with your parents:&lt;/strong&gt; u alr asked smth like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61. save your e-mail conversations:&lt;/strong&gt; not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. pray:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry God i alws skip on my QT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. believe in reincarnation:&lt;/strong&gt; nope. why would i wanna come back and suffer on earth again? no thanks. i have my place up there alr *points up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. like to make fun of people: &lt;/strong&gt;some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. like to talk on the phone: &lt;/strong&gt;depends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66. want to get married: &lt;/strong&gt;someday right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. like to drive:&lt;/strong&gt; watch out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. get motion sickness: &lt;/strong&gt;nope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. eat the stems of broccoli:&lt;/strong&gt; try to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. eat chicken fingers with a fork: &lt;/strong&gt;depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. dream in color:&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes. i have nice dreams. sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. type with your fingers on home row:&lt;/strong&gt; i only know home run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. sleep with a stuffed animal: &lt;/strong&gt;eeeerrrr. at the end of my bed. haahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is... ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. right next to you:&lt;/strong&gt; messy stuff. cds. my hoop earrings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75. on the walls of your room: &lt;/strong&gt;clock, painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76. on your mouse pad:&lt;/strong&gt; my mouse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. your dream car: &lt;/strong&gt;you asked me this too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. your dream date: &lt;/strong&gt;heh. my boyfriend lor. SHAW ASHMORE! *GRINS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. your dream honeymoon spot:&lt;/strong&gt; europe. or the northern lights. or europe AND the northern lights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. your dream husband or wife: &lt;/strong&gt;my boyfriend SHAWN ASHMORE lor! wahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81. your bedtime:&lt;/strong&gt; depends on mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. under your bed: &lt;/strong&gt;the air then the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. the single most important question:&lt;/strong&gt; HUH? eh its a qn too ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. your bad time of the day:&lt;/strong&gt; EH. when smth pisses me off i guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. your worst fears: &lt;/strong&gt;oh yuck bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. the weather is:&lt;/strong&gt; kinda nice thanks to the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. the time: &lt;/strong&gt;oo42 on my computer, oo41 on my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. the date: 120606&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89. the best trick you ever played on someone:&lt;/strong&gt; i cannot rmb any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90. the weirdest food or drink that you like: &lt;/strong&gt;i LIKE? hmm rice and coke. courtesy of sandy khoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. theme song: &lt;/strong&gt;HMM. friends, eh high school musical. yah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. the hardest thing about growing up: &lt;/strong&gt;misunderstood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. your funniest experience: &lt;/strong&gt;ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. your scariest moment: &lt;/strong&gt;that nightmare i once had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95. the silliest thing you've said: &lt;/strong&gt;too many&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. the funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt; i dont think ive done anything desperate yet. maybe stupid things in front of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97. the scariest thing that's ever happened while with your friend(s):&lt;/strong&gt; none at the top of my head now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. the worst feeling in the world: &lt;/strong&gt;rejection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. the best feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt; love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100. 5 people to do this quiz: &lt;/strong&gt;mr and mrs bored(that's two)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;plus their three kids or whatever lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-115004466222590027?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/115004466222590027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=115004466222590027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115004466222590027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/115004466222590027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-stupidly-bored-now-so-just.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114994647163370911</id><published>2006-06-10T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:39:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid refree kaiyu against crouch. looks like antonio bandaras from spy kids. which idiot gels his hair to refree a match? sheesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gerrard was yellow carded for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont LIKE that idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the commentator's HILARIOUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114994647163370911?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114994647163370911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114994647163370911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114994647163370911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114994647163370911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupid-refree-kaiyu-against-crouch.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114993371343537892</id><published>2006-06-10T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T18:01:53.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/sp2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/sp2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WORLD CUP HYPE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justin said he didnt know many girls who watch soccer so he was kinda fascinated. haha. sad he's in germany now. COOL EH? oh wells. waiting for denis to come back to dish the dirt abt it. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAIN AND ENGLAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND vs PARAGUAY&lt;br /&gt;9pm (sin time)&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114993371343537892?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114993371343537892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114993371343537892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114993371343537892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114993371343537892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-hype-justin-said-he-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114967769713610804</id><published>2006-06-07T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:09:59.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitteryourway.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.glitteryourway.com/2/70adc80d776b5e6cba0610ebc5c642a8.gif" alt="Generate Your Own Glitter Graphics @ GlitterYourWay.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy sweetest sixteen dearest sister! =)&lt;br /&gt;hope you'll continue growing in the Lord and have a blessed year ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114967769713610804?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114967769713610804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114967769713610804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114967769713610804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114967769713610804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-sweetest-sixteen-dearest-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114950070265016491</id><published>2006-06-05T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:45:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/normal_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/normal_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha. i LIKE that. ALOT. btw in the novel, rogue does NOT get the cure, bobby and kitty are so underplayed coz he DEFINATE likes her in the novel. go read it, someone on LJ typed the whole thing out. from the book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/bobbykitty/1177.html#cutid1"&gt;Bobby and Kitty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also. cuts. how could they? the movie was only 1h44min and they CUT? its not harry potter HELLO? even harry potter didnt cut alot. so this movie being considered short (almost as short as a disney movie for goodness sakes) and they CUT things from it? there goes bobby and kitty. and even though he's still with rogue, im sure he still likes kitty. its just that he's afraid to break upw tih his gf. maybe she'll go mental, from her condition. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boards.ign.com/movies_lobby/b5236/118507730/p1/?7"&gt;cutcutcut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not fair to iceman and shadowcat you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114950070265016491?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114950070265016491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114950070265016491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114950070265016491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114950070265016491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/06/wahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114943130769151081</id><published>2006-06-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:28:27.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/kitty.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/kitty.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PLUS &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/1600/bobby.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/bobby.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    =   LOVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have finally got my pics the way i want to. i like the bobby/kitty relationship! they are CUTE together! they both have the cute baby sort of cute together. unlike bobby n rogue. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i LIKE it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sad. i want to go for camp! they are gonna celebrate meryl's birthday there too. and wth the bitch is gonna be there. im so glad i talked to andrea today. learned abt stuff i never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now i've lost the mood. im's so pissed off now. maybe i'll vent somewhere else. when camp comes, tell me earlier so i can go SENTOSA intd of GSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114943130769151081?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114943130769151081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114943130769151081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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used to dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me remind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The light doesn't blind you at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just helps you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, do stories who just happen to have the same title means it is the EXACT same story?&lt;br /&gt;no i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent last night watching x-men. yes i rmb watching that one quite a few times. shawn ashmore's so cute when he was little. haha =) ok not little, just younger. and kitty had cameos. not the pretty ellen page, not yet. in fact if Brett Ratner hadn't taken over Bryan Singer, maggie grace from lost would have been shadowcat. which, i dont know, a brunette shadowcat seems better than a blonde one. i dont know why, it's just so apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there's x-men2 next week, and i dont understand how bobby can kiss rogue and NOT have his life sucked out. hmm. how weird. dont tell me he made this layer of ICE on her lips? notice how weird it sounds? no i say bobby n kitty look cute together. i've never really liked rogue anws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY is it the end of the trilogy when there are preactically SPOILERS for the fourth instalment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. there's nothing fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114931216267499089?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114931216267499089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114931216267499089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114931216267499089'/><link rel='self' 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want to cry. i feel like nothing can be made ok? depression til im on the brink of suicidal? is that ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am schizophrenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depression does weird things to you. you hear voices. guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;im NOT ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114924379748816288?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114924379748816288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114924379748816288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114924379748816288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/489/200/P1010308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yummy i made cookies.. i shall buy the peanut butter one next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watching x-men3 again tmr. can you believe it! 3 times! and its not a very long show either! ok so WHO IS SHADOWCAT? nvm. i think bobby and kitty are cute together. i do not agree that rogue is with bobby. rogue looks like one who likes to be independent. oh whatever. haha i dont mind being able to penetrate thorught solid objects. whee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114906419541034083?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114906419541034083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You seem to find the dark when everything is bright&lt;br /&gt;You look for all that's wrong instead of all that's right&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel good to you to rain on my parade&lt;br /&gt;You never say a word unless it's to complain&lt;br /&gt;It's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;Holding the world right in my hands&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Is thank the stars for all that I have&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what's around you now&lt;br /&gt;More than you ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten how just hard it used to be?&lt;br /&gt;So what's it going to take for you to realize&lt;br /&gt;That all could go away in one blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;Holding the world right in my hands&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Is thank the stars above&lt;br /&gt;Tell the world I love that I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I were you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah if I were you&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's it going to take for you to realize&lt;br /&gt;It all could go away in one blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;It happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;Holding the world right in my hands&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Is thank the stars above&lt;br /&gt;For the world I love&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath and enjoy the view&lt;br /&gt;Live the life that I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;br /&gt;If I were you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;denise and i LOVE this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt egt to see my liverpool carlsberg ad today.. sad. i LOVE it.. haha&lt;br /&gt;we watched x-men3. for me again. haha. so lame la. actually many many sailors there too. iggy's lame. small boy. can pass off as a primary school boy. which he will try so as to get a $6 haircut.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introvert's daoing me..&lt;br /&gt;spoilers for x-men3 are on my &lt;a href="http://radical-teen.livejournal.com"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are two entries. stay away from the page if you have not watched.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna spoil your fun, so ahead and click the link to click the LJ cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17609153-114891425377998474?l=radical-teen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/feeds/114891425377998474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17609153&amp;postID=114891425377998474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114891425377998474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17609153/posts/default/114891425377998474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radical-teen.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-seem-to-find-dark-when-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>radical-teen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019650513802145677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17609153.post-114890384879970707</id><published>2006-05-29T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:57:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>insight into the fourth installment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://radical-teen.livejournal.com/2369.html#cutid1"&gt;http://radical-teen.livejournal.com/2369.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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