<?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-5804798253000049629</id><updated>2011-09-15T23:07:14.960+08:00</updated><category term='OBS'/><title type='text'>kalya</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-5341155158273038209</id><published>2007-06-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:23:44.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..does it hate the raffles family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="headline_red"&gt;"Teen triathlete collapses and dies after race      &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="contents_bold"&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p class="byline"&gt; By Jeanette Wang &amp; Lee Hui Chieh    &lt;br /&gt;Jun 25, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.asiaone.com.sg/st/sth_index.html"&gt;The Straits Times&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;/p&gt; A PROMISING teenage triathlete collapsed after crossing the finish line in a South-east Asia Games selection race yesterday and died soon after. &lt;p&gt;Thaddeus Cheong, 17, a first-year student at Raffles Junior College, had just swum 1.5km, cycled 40km and run 10km at Changi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He clocked a personal best of 2hr 9min, and came in third. Then he collapsed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2" width="300"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!-- AdSpace 300X250 IMU --&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" bordercolor="#000000" src="http://ads.asia1.com.sg/html.ng/site=TAsia1Home&amp;amp;sec=a1_sti&amp;pagepos=1&amp;amp;size=300X250" frameborder="0" height="250" scrolling="no" width="300"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;script language='JavaScript1.1' src='http://ads.asia1.com.sg/js.ng/Params.richmedia=yes&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;site=TAsia1Home&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;sec=a1_sti&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;pagepos=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;size=300X250'&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/script&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;NOSCRIPT&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href='http://ads.asia1.com.sg/click.ng/Params.richmedia=yes&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;site=TAsia1Home&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;sec=a1_sti&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;pagepos=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;size=300X250' target='_blank'&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;img src='http://ads.asia1.com.sg/image.ng/Params.richmedia=yes&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;site=TAsia1Home&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;sec=a1_sti&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;pagepos=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;size=300X250' border=0 width='300' height='250'&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/NOSCRIPT&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;!-- /AdSpace --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The boy's parents, George and Angeline Cheong, both 46, were present and rushed to their elder son. Their younger boy, Thomas, 13, is also a triathlon enthusiast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs Cheong told The Straits Times last night: 'We did not know his heart had stopped beating. We kept calling him, but there was no answer.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thaddeus was unconscious and foaming at the mouth when he was taken to Changi General Hospital (CGH). Doctors were unable to resuscitate him and pronounced him dead at 10.55am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Police have classified it as a case of unnatural death, and a coroner's inquiry will be held. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Family members, team-mates and friends were in shock as news of the teen's death spread yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By afternoon, his school and church friends had started posting messages of grief online in their blogs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday's SEA Games trial was the first of two to decide the two men and two women triathletes to represent Singapore in the year-end regional sports meet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thaddeus was among eight men and three women who started the race at about 6.45am at the Tanah Merah Country Club's swimming pool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Triathlon Association of Singapore senior executive and assistant national coach Jerry Seah said Thaddeus looked confident, happy and ready to go before the flag-off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Participant Sikhander Singh, who finished sixth behind Thaddeus, said: 'He looked fresh throughout the race. I had never seen him look better on the run. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'It was his best year so far in his triathlon career. I am very sad to see him go.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Describing her son as an achiever, Mrs Cheong said: 'When he wanted something, he would work hard to get it.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was so keen to book a SEA Games slot that he had doubled his training stints to twice daily during the school holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raffles JC's cross-country teacher-in-charge, Mr Tay Meng Kiat, said: 'He was a very good child and well-liked by his team-mates.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;College principal Winston Hodge said: 'We are shocked and deeply saddened by Thaddeus' sudden passing, and our hearts and thoughts are with his family and friends.' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Among those who paid tribute online was a boy named Yao Khuan, who said they had been friends since Primary 5. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He wrote on his blog: 'Thaddeus, if you can hear me...I'd like to tell you that you're the coolest guy, and that I've always looked up to you, and I hope that it is a better place in heaven.'' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mrs Cheong said: 'Thaddeus is a very, very good boy. He is every mother's dream. He is a no-nonsense person, will tell you what he means, short and sharp and quickly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'But now, he has just left without saying goodbye.' &lt;/p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is up with life? does it hate raffles people? first a ex-rafflesian passed away. then last year a sec 1 GEP. now it is a RJC-ian. first heard about this when lls told me yesterday that laufunRJ student passed away suddenly after a triathlon. no medical condition, no health problem, nothing. then he just passed away. seriously, now half the time i'm scared to go training, afraid that something might just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaddeus Cheong, hope you can rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5341155158273038209?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5341155158273038209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=5341155158273038209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5341155158273038209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5341155158273038209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifedoes-it-hate-raffles-family.html' title='life..does it hate the raffles family?'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-921289083772244957</id><published>2007-06-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:08:31.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg jsut now's training/tapering was horrible horrible horrible. cant sprint properly. gahhhhh. okok. shall try to chiong to the front tomorrow so wont be frozen by the time i swim. hahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-921289083772244957?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/921289083772244957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5804798253000049629.post-1601674973738340876</id><published>2007-06-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:52:54.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man this blog really is stagnant...hmmm...lets see...singapore open next week...yikes! lucky 3 events only. haha. 50 100 200 free. whee!! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-1601674973738340876?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1601674973738340876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-5804798253000049629.post-6548307886409195502</id><published>2007-05-23T07:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:13:19.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/TLr1ZBD9fRk' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/TLr1ZBD9fRk'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;omg!!!!this is the cutest ever!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6548307886409195502?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-7766280058793424783</id><published>2007-05-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:55:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hookayy...i realise this blog is super stagnant...cos everytime want to blog then all bad stuff...or personal or wadever...then cannot blog it here. &gt;.&gt; bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes deborah...i can live with my best friend being a prefect. cos i can restrain from sms-ing in class, and i can stand not eating(although i always have to snack). even our senior can live with her best friend being a prefect. you just need discipline. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7766280058793424783?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7766280058793424783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7766280058793424783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7766280058793424783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7766280058793424783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/05/hookayy.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-7154246942993985615</id><published>2007-04-25T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:55:42.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grahh...PFT 5 items today...totally slacked off. &gt;.&lt; cant believe my s&amp;amp;r got an A! yay! haha. did 1.9smthn for sbj...wanted to do again...but then the teacher dun allow...cos she say very good alrd no need to do. bahh. haha. ms lu, i dint triple jumped! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry dear...cant study with you just now...did i scare you just now? x| sorry sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7154246942993985615?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-5818768991928535304</id><published>2007-04-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:07:42.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...this morning i just started sneezing and sneezing and sneeezing..nose like some leaking tap...then took medicine 2 time then suddenly stop. weird. i think it's gonna start again soon. gahhh. FINALLY! BIO PT IS OVER! WOOHOO!! YES YES YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes...tomorrow SYF for dance...JIA YOU DARLING! JIA YOU RG MODERN DANCE! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5818768991928535304?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5818768991928535304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=5818768991928535304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5818768991928535304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5818768991928535304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6294297195218841663</id><published>2007-04-20T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:26:32.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this in an email. very very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;What would you do?   You make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there&lt;br /&gt;isn't one.  Read it anyway.  My question is: Would you have made the same&lt;br /&gt;choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a fund-raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled&lt;br /&gt;children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would&lt;br /&gt;never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its&lt;br /&gt;dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside&lt;br /&gt;influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son,&lt;br /&gt;Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things&lt;br /&gt;as other children do Where is the natural order of things in my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father continued. "I believe  that when a child like Shay, physically&lt;br /&gt;and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize&lt;br /&gt;true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people&lt;br /&gt;treat that child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were&lt;br /&gt;playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"  Shay's&lt;br /&gt;father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their&lt;br /&gt;team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play,&lt;br /&gt;it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be&lt;br /&gt;accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not&lt;br /&gt;expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and&lt;br /&gt;said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I&lt;br /&gt;guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth&lt;br /&gt;inning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a&lt;br /&gt;team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in&lt;br /&gt;his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the&lt;br /&gt;bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still&lt;br /&gt;behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and&lt;br /&gt;played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was&lt;br /&gt;obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from&lt;br /&gt;ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the&lt;br /&gt;ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases&lt;br /&gt;loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be&lt;br /&gt;next at bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the&lt;br /&gt;game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all&lt;br /&gt;but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly,&lt;br /&gt;much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the&lt;br /&gt;other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved&lt;br /&gt;in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make&lt;br /&gt;contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The&lt;br /&gt;pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.&lt;br /&gt;As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball&lt;br /&gt;right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and&lt;br /&gt;could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been&lt;br /&gt;out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out&lt;br /&gt;of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started&lt;br /&gt;yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever&lt;br /&gt;run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline,&lt;br /&gt;wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay&lt;br /&gt;awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the&lt;br /&gt;base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had&lt;br /&gt;the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to&lt;br /&gt;be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the&lt;br /&gt;second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so&lt;br /&gt;he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's&lt;br /&gt;head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him&lt;br /&gt;circled the bases toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by&lt;br /&gt;turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!&lt;br /&gt;Shay, run to third!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on&lt;br /&gt;their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped&lt;br /&gt;on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the&lt;br /&gt;game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That day", said the father softly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring&lt;br /&gt;a piece of true love and humanity into this world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never&lt;br /&gt;forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and&lt;br /&gt;seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes&lt;br /&gt;through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending&lt;br /&gt;messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often&lt;br /&gt;obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency&lt;br /&gt;is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're&lt;br /&gt;probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the&lt;br /&gt;"appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who&lt;br /&gt;sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have&lt;br /&gt;thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural&lt;br /&gt;order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people&lt;br /&gt;present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and&lt;br /&gt;humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little&lt;br /&gt;bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least&lt;br /&gt;fortunate amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have two choices:&lt;br /&gt;1. Delete&lt;br /&gt;2 Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your day be a Shay Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(= Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we&lt;br /&gt;fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Confucius =) &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6294297195218841663?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6294297195218841663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6294297195218841663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6294297195218841663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6294297195218841663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/got-this-in-email.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-4004725397220760976</id><published>2007-04-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:33:46.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JIA YOU RGGE! you all can do it! super pro la guitarists...i wanna learn guitar! cos if i dont have lessons, i wont practice. &gt;.&lt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. i'm bio pt indiv is so freaking screwed! sorry jy, sorry yf, sorry ann. gahhhhhhhhhhhh. hate PTs. esp this one. cos they kinda force you to present theories which opposes darwin. and to me, nothing opposes darwin. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-4004725397220760976?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4004725397220760976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=4004725397220760976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/4004725397220760976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/4004725397220760976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/jia-you-rgge-you-all-can-do-it-super.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-7960683982399344108</id><published>2007-04-16T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:28:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna go crazy one day with all the maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7960683982399344108?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7960683982399344108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7960683982399344108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7960683982399344108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7960683982399344108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-gonna-go-crazy-one-day-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-152792133378568385</id><published>2007-04-15T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:06:12.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI-83RsFoI/AAAAAAAAABs/nAu4XjLnT8c/s1600-h/long+chuan+me+melanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI-83RsFoI/AAAAAAAAABs/nAu4XjLnT8c/s320/long+chuan+me+melanie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053670947214333570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhh...some photos from skincare...i look the same...longchuan was like a freaking pro luh..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI_OnRsFpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OvWI3l7qmz8/s1600-h/longchuan+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI_OnRsFpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OvWI3l7qmz8/s320/longchuan+and+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053671252157011602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and longchuan (liangzi's friend and liangzi's friend. hahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-152792133378568385?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/152792133378568385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=152792133378568385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/152792133378568385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/152792133378568385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/ooohhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI-83RsFoI/AAAAAAAAABs/nAu4XjLnT8c/s72-c/long+chuan+me+melanie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-6815490105837441704</id><published>2007-04-15T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:01:57.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey dear, forget bout 'im yea? those type of despo crazy people dun deserve any attention. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6815490105837441704?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6815490105837441704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6815490105837441704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6815490105837441704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6815490105837441704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/hey-dear-forget-bout-im-yea-those-type.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-385111464172200422</id><published>2007-04-15T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:59:16.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI9q3RsFnI/AAAAAAAAABk/WrTV_tR9rjE/s1600-h/Lya+Nes+Nis+Sia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI9q3RsFnI/AAAAAAAAABk/WrTV_tR9rjE/s320/Lya+Nes+Nis+Sia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053669538465060466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today quite unproductive...in terms of homework...haha. cos the indonesian scholars came over and we ended up going for the 530 mass, so we stay at home to watch dvds. XD. haha. vanessa was so scared of toby...&gt;.&lt; poor dog. haha. come over again ok guys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI9UnRsFmI/AAAAAAAAABc/0lkkrhdaFFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI9UnRsFmI/AAAAAAAAABc/0lkkrhdaFFQ/s320/IMG_3321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053669156212971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-385111464172200422?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/385111464172200422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=385111464172200422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/385111464172200422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/385111464172200422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RiI9q3RsFnI/AAAAAAAAABk/WrTV_tR9rjE/s72-c/Lya+Nes+Nis+Sia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-8185335293189719854</id><published>2007-04-14T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:08:40.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>swim camp was ok...my shoulders aching for some reason...gahhhh. never train for 3 days...yay! haha. but go into the pool sure die leh...wont move...bahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey darling...good job going up for debate. too bad i couldn't go...my tuition teacher was like...have opportunity must go watch...and i'm like...yea sit there and stone?! i wont be able to catch what any of them would be saying. haha. good job darl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-8185335293189719854?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8185335293189719854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=8185335293189719854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8185335293189719854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8185335293189719854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/04/swim-camp-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-4884051866291716008</id><published>2007-04-10T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:14:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you just dont get it dont you? well, here's a reminder a$$...YOU ARENT THE FREAKING COACH ALRIGHT!!! stop bossing us around. so what if you went to NS? SO WHAT? you think you so tough?! i swear, the day i quit swimming, i'm gonna make sure you are there, then i'm gonna SCREAM AT YOUR FACE! i've done it before, and i'll do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-4884051866291716008?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4884051866291716008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=4884051866291716008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/4884051866291716008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you jump i'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;When you feel all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you jump i'll break your fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;You'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus X4...until fade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;last term and this term totally sucked. tests all fail...if not just just just&lt;br /&gt;passed. gahhh...frankly speaking...i dont even know why i cried when i&lt;br /&gt;recieved my SS paper just now...maybe because that is one of the subjects&lt;br /&gt;which i actually listen...thanks darling for your hugs. it was very comforting.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks kimboo for uh...asking her to not talk so loud...cos passing is&lt;br /&gt;definately better than failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-717906121784924461</id><published>2007-04-03T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T20:59:58.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[  ] I like skinny jeans. (i like any jeans that is not tight at the thigh)&lt;br /&gt;[x] Music is my life. (i need to listen to music to work)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I write poetry/song lyrics. (sorry not creative enough)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My hair covers part of my face. (erm...does the fringe falling onto the face count?)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I wear band shirts. (all swim club shirt)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I know who Jeffree Star is. (who?)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I wear/wore converse. (dont like)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I wear/wore vans. (dont like)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I wear eyeliner (dont like)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have or want my lip pierced. (sick)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I had/have listen to Saves The&lt;br /&gt;Day, Chiodos, Thursday and/or My&lt;br /&gt;Chemical Romance. (MCR nice wad...)&lt;br /&gt;Total=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My love life sucks (nah...i love myself! haha. kidding)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I'm in a band. (nahh...it'll be cool though..)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My MSN name has an x in it&lt;br /&gt;[x] I understand that My Chemical&lt;br /&gt;Romance is not emo. (like i said...nice wad...)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I also understand that Green Day&lt;br /&gt;is not emo. (find it ok...)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I know what mosh means. (what?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sit in corners often. (yea...somehow...)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] most of the time I dislike MTV. (i love music)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I take pictures of myself a lot. (sorry not photogenic by myself)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Especially ones where you can't&lt;br /&gt;see my whole face.&lt;br /&gt;Total= 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I am lost without a cd player/my&lt;br /&gt;iPod/phone (can live with just a radio)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I know that emo is not just a&lt;br /&gt;stereotype&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have/had thick oversized glasses. (yucks...)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have/had a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've worn black nail polish. (hate nail polish)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I hate my mom.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I hate my dad.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I hate where I live.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Black is a great color (technically...black aint a color...just that the thing absoorbs all the light...and nothing is reflected out again...)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I do/have cut myself&lt;br /&gt;Total= 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Right now I am listening to music (yea...Savage Garden! woohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I know what hxc and sxe mean.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Myspace = Love and addiction.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] Hot Topic doesn't scare me. (hot topic...?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I wear/worn studded belts. (nicey nicey)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've had a body part signed by a&lt;br /&gt;band.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I've cried while listening to&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I have/ had dyed/want to dye my&lt;br /&gt;hair black (my hair IS black...naturally is...was...)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] My closet is mostly filled with&lt;br /&gt;black or dark clothes. (nope...a mixture of many many weird colors)&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I cry a lot&lt;br /&gt;[  ] I write on myself/or sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been called emo before. (!@#$% superman and eileen. haha)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate being called emo.&lt;br /&gt;Total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add all the numbers together&lt;br /&gt;then multiply that by 3.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 30% emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yea right...at least not more than 50%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-717906121784924461?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/717906121784924461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=717906121784924461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/717906121784924461'/><link rel='self' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/bhaF34Pyt9w" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this song just popped into my head when i went blogsufing. i love the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Title: That's What Friends Are For&lt;br /&gt;Artist:  Dionne Warwick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd feel this way&lt;br /&gt;And as far as I'm concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;That I do believe I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I should ever go away&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;To feel the way we do today&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you came and opened me&lt;br /&gt;And now there's so much more I see&lt;br /&gt;And so by the way I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for the times when we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Well then close your eyes and know&lt;br /&gt;These words are coming from my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then if you can remember ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;In good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling, keep shining&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;(*Thats what friends are for*)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7720900337882897395?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7720900337882897395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7720900337882897395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7720900337882897395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7720900337882897395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/that.html' title='That&amp;#39;s.What.Friends.Are.For'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6815703890643713621</id><published>2007-03-31T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:08:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Garden - Crash And Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ZcZ4lnaEgm0' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ZcZ4lnaEgm0'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love this song. because of the way they send the messages across. the messages flashing across the video. very very meaningful messages. to me at least.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6815703890643713621?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6815703890643713621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6815703890643713621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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read are already complaining about their marks. and im still getting called up because of my homeworks...it's not that i dont understand what is going on. i understand perfectly well. it's just that i dont really put my heart into homeworks. poeple who know me well enough(not that there might be anyone...) should know that i can get things pretty fast, provided that i'm not half asleep. but when you look into my bag...sorry la...alot of half done worksheets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-1408936347756499431?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1408936347756499431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=1408936347756499431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/1408936347756499431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/1408936347756499431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-blogsurfing-for-awhile-found-that.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-4722097708568949156</id><published>2007-03-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:34:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>great...the LJ week is over...monday start lessons again...and i havent evevn do anything yet...for the past two weeks. and i have a feeling i'm not gonna do anything tomorrow...unless i can get out the house, away from the com, and other distractions, and have someone to push me to do homework. if not i wont do anything and a whole day would be wasted again...grahhh...diez...i'm just not the mugging type of person lorr...more of the goof of unless pressurized type...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-4722097708568949156?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4722097708568949156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=4722097708568949156' title='0 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6781224660418604825?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6781224660418604825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6781224660418604825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6781224660418604825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6781224660418604825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/am-i-sucker-for-animals-guess-so.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-8056404059662667513</id><published>2007-03-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:09:40.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2wRCwPXI/AAAAAAAAABI/atdB-0u4hfU/s1600-h/me+and+LZ%21.JPG"&gt;went school abit earlier to do class deco. kept getting call to do the stupid high high places cos fifi dun want to go up. haha. shall call you fifi sophia. haha. then took some pics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2wRCwPXI/AAAAAAAAABI/atdB-0u4hfU/s1600-h/me+and+LZ%21.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_3fRCwPYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JHSQ2yPP6To/s1600-h/yay%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_3fRCwPYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JHSQ2yPP6To/s320/yay%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044022224201203074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2wRCwPXI/AAAAAAAAABI/atdB-0u4hfU/s1600-h/me+and+LZ%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2wRCwPXI/AAAAAAAAABI/atdB-0u4hfU/s320/me+and+LZ%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021416747351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...went to kampong glam today...quite ok la...cos we skipped training. haha. not our fault ok! reach school so late alrd...no point going.haha. anyways, we went erm...into this mosque, then the guide was explaining to us the five pillars of faith( i think ) when suddenly this guy came and explained...very erm...confusing...haha...but very kind of the guy la. haha. then had short break and jinyu and liangzi wanted to buy these small bottles of perfume, so me liangzi jinyu yifan tessa and muzhi went to  the shop and they tried so many diff types...haha...actually a few la...haha. but then in the end jy lz and yf each bought the same type. haha. then went to the malay heritage museum, watched some cultural thing..some wedding...haha.then got one part they say the bride and the groom hook the pinkie together, cos they still shy or something. haha. then inside the museum, tsai and sop was hooking the pinkie...then tsai was complaining very pain.haha. loser. haha. then suddenly deb and amanda start saying our class alot of les...cos so many ppl holding hands. haha. forgot who say it started with me and lz...wtf...haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2TxCwPWI/AAAAAAAAABA/YLqtzdkDf50/s1600-h/me+and+LZ+on+the+buss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_2TxCwPWI/AAAAAAAAABA/YLqtzdkDf50/s320/me+and+LZ+on+the+buss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044020927121079650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us on the bus. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-8056404059662667513?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8056404059662667513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=8056404059662667513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8056404059662667513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8056404059662667513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-school-abit-earlier-to-do-class.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf_3fRCwPYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JHSQ2yPP6To/s72-c/yay%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-727587136924337863</id><published>2007-03-19T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T21:13:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Etg-ZoKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJXxeFakiHA/s1600-h/lydia+jinyu+me+liangzi+-balestier+hill+pri.JPG"&gt;went to  Balestier hill pri. haha. tagged along with jinyu liangzi   and lydia to cmp. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/a&gt; too lazy to say what happened...dont feel like typing...hahaha. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Etg-ZoKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJXxeFakiHA/s1600-h/lydia+jinyu+me+liangzi+-balestier+hill+pri.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Etg-ZoKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJXxeFakiHA/s320/lydia+jinyu+me+liangzi+-balestier+hill+pri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043614550182174882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pic at erm...hmm...have no idea where...in the school lah...ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Dbg-ZoJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_4KbBHee2xw/s1600-h/Liangzi+hidding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Dbg-ZoJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_4KbBHee2xw/s320/Liangzi+hidding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043613141432901778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;liangzi hidding her face for no reason...haiz...can see jinyu behind...hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-727587136924337863?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/727587136924337863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=727587136924337863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/727587136924337863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/727587136924337863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/Rf6Etg-ZoKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DJXxeFakiHA/s72-c/lydia+jinyu+me+liangzi+-balestier+hill+pri.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-2925625174580594958</id><published>2007-03-15T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:06:05.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic Guitar  Fire on Steel, Tapping by Jeff Williams :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0MC8bpRXY98' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0MC8bpRXY98'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another cool guitar video&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-2925625174580594958?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2925625174580594958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=2925625174580594958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/2925625174580594958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/2925625174580594958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/acoustic-guitar-fire-on-steel-tapping.html' title='Acoustic Guitar  Fire on Steel, Tapping by Jeff Williams :)'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-5512216369686291807</id><published>2007-03-14T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:18:01.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously...i feel like it is alot easier to cry nowadays...just think of something, and tears just start flowing. i know i always look relaxed and calm and cool...that's because the only time i can forget about most stuff is when i'm engrossed in something, or my mind is occupied with something...why the heck do you think i'm always reading? so that i can get my mind off all the pressing stuff...(yea i know...no wonder i'm always passing up homework late...). but i think my mind is getting resistant to books...last time i can just read and not even think of anything else, not getting distracted even when anything happens, like my dog barking like mad, or someone calling me...but now, i just feel like snapping back at anyone who disturbs me. and if anything gets messed up, i just feel like throwing something at the wall, or punching the wall or something, vent my anger...(i punched the metal railing before...hurts like hell) but i cant, cos then i will get into more trouble and then i really really feel like doing something, hurt myself so that i can divert the anger to the injured part. heck, i feel like just getting into some accident or something.. i dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5512216369686291807?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5512216369686291807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=5512216369686291807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5512216369686291807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5512216369686291807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-1399342531515871090</id><published>2007-03-14T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:09:10.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why the hell are we placed on earth only to die about 60 years later?(if we are even lucky to get there) save up your money, and people say you're tight-fisted. spend your money, and people say you wasting your parents efforts. and wasting away our time, like if you're reading this, i think you just wasted...i dont know...alot of seconds...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-5041397505838442678</id><published>2007-03-14T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:54:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is fcuking screwed...thats all i can say now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5041397505838442678?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5041397505838442678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=5041397505838442678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5041397505838442678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5041397505838442678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-life-is-fcuking-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-603148321715580130</id><published>2007-03-12T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:37:16.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Acoustic Guitar Tapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o4zfDmb1IGs' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o4zfDmb1IGs'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;freaking cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-603148321715580130?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-8057419097068683779</id><published>2007-03-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:58:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this song suits what i'm sort of feeling now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Numb&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything that you thought I would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know You were just like me&lt;br /&gt;With someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I've become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being what you want me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-8057419097068683779?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-7777431367021508076</id><published>2007-03-11T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:44:58.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at last. blasted snag is over. no PBs, totally screwed up the entire meet luh...having killer headache right now but who care. gonna sleep the whole morning through luh. liangzi in KL, no one to sms to. grrr...gonna die this whole year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7777431367021508076?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7777431367021508076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7777431367021508076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7777431367021508076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7777431367021508076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/at-last.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-347115479416682346</id><published>2007-03-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:25:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thrid session of SNAG, seriously man, i think i'm not gonna survive through swimming till next year...no PBs so far...and best chance of PB was just now's relay, cos i always go faster for relay than individual. but still no PB. shiet. and my hand is still pain...since wednesday...and i cant find aunty willy...i guess my heart aint in swimming at all...i'm already think of what CCA to take in RJ...if i can make it through sec 3, then sec 4...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-347115479416682346?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/347115479416682346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=347115479416682346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/347115479416682346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/347115479416682346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/thrid-session-of-snag-seriously-man-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-3267393246480444591</id><published>2007-03-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:35:35.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love these two songs...ablsolutely. cos it is one of the few songs that have meanings and messages...to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Runaway Love&lt;br /&gt;Artists: Ludacris feat. Mary J Blige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and it go a little something *scratch* like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mary J Blige]&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(love, love, love, love) Runaway Love(love, love, love, love)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(loooove) Runaway Love(love&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(ooooo) Runaway Love(ooooo)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(mmmmm) Runaway Love(runaway love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Ludacris] &lt;br /&gt;Now little Lisa is only 9 years old &lt;br /&gt;She’s trying to figure out why the world is so cold &lt;br /&gt;Why she’s all alone and they never met her family &lt;br /&gt;Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy &lt;br /&gt;Part of her is missing and nobody will listen &lt;br /&gt;Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen &lt;br /&gt;Bringing home men at different hours of the night &lt;br /&gt;Starting with some laughs--usually ending in a fight &lt;br /&gt;Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out &lt;br /&gt;Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch' &lt;br /&gt;She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her &lt;br /&gt;Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her &lt;br /&gt;Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own &lt;br /&gt;Forced to think that hell is a place called home &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack &lt;br /&gt;She says she’s bout to run away and never come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Mary J. Blige] &lt;br /&gt;Runaway love [x8] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Ludacris] &lt;br /&gt;Little Nicole is only 10 years old &lt;br /&gt;She’s steady trying to figure why the world is so cold &lt;br /&gt;Why she’s not pretty and nobody seems to like her &lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her &lt;br /&gt;Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises &lt;br /&gt;Teachers ask questions she making up excuses &lt;br /&gt;Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out &lt;br /&gt;Its only one girl really knows what she about &lt;br /&gt;Her name is lil Stacy and they become friends &lt;br /&gt;Promise that they always be tight til the end &lt;br /&gt;Until one day lil Stacy gets shot &lt;br /&gt;A drive by bullet went straight up on her block &lt;br /&gt;Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own &lt;br /&gt;Forced to think that hell is a place called home &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do but some get some clothes and pack &lt;br /&gt;She says she’s bout to run away and never come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook - Mary J. Blige] &lt;br /&gt;Runaway love [x8] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Ludacris] &lt;br /&gt;Little Erica is eleven years old &lt;br /&gt;She’s steady trying to figure why the world is so cold &lt;br /&gt;So she pops X to get rid of all the pain &lt;br /&gt;Cause she’s having sex with a boy who’s sixteen &lt;br /&gt;Emotions run deep and she thinks she’s in love &lt;br /&gt;So there’s no protection he’s using no glove &lt;br /&gt;Never thinking bout the consequences of her actions &lt;br /&gt;Living for today and not tomorrows satisfaction &lt;br /&gt;The days go by and her belly gets big &lt;br /&gt;The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid &lt;br /&gt;Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion &lt;br /&gt;Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion &lt;br /&gt;Erica is stuck up in the world on her own &lt;br /&gt;Forced to think that hell is a place called home &lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack &lt;br /&gt;She says she’s about to run away and never come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mary J Blige]&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(runaway) Runaway Love(runaway love babe)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(don't keep runin girl) Runaway Love(aaaaahaah)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(runaway, runaway) Runaway Love(runaway, runaway)&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love(runnin, runin, runin,runin) Runaway Love(aaaaaaahhh runin)&lt;br /&gt;Running(x3) &lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love, Runaway love&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love, Runaway Love&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love, Runaway Love&lt;br /&gt;Runaway Love, Runaway Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep on runnin away&lt;br /&gt;Don't you keep on runnin away&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel &lt;br /&gt;ive been there &lt;br /&gt;i was runnin away too&lt;br /&gt;I will run away with you&lt;br /&gt;I will run away with you&lt;br /&gt;Runnin runnin runnin away love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run away run away love&lt;br /&gt;dont keep runin away &lt;br /&gt;i'll run away with you&lt;br /&gt;if you want me too&lt;br /&gt;La Ahhahhhaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can only imagine what you're going through, ladies&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like running away myself&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor right now and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And picture us running away together and&lt;br /&gt;When we come back everything is gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whisper) Open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..this song makes me think..next time you grumble bout your family...think bout it for a second...you are lucky to have your family with you. yea...i kinda dont make sense yea? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...2nd song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title:  Stay the Same&lt;br /&gt;Artist:  Joey McIntyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;You were someone else&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;The way you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothing 'bout you I would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you could be&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;If you could realize&lt;br /&gt;All the dreams you have inside&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;If you've got something to say&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;And let it show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish&lt;br /&gt;You were someone else&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;The way you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothing 'bout you I would change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Reach down inside (ohh-oooh)&lt;br /&gt;The love you find will set you free&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself (ohh-oooh)&lt;br /&gt;You will come alive&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in what you do&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh-wooahh-ohh&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever wish (ohhhhh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You were someone else&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be (you were meant to be)&lt;br /&gt;The way you are exactly&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever say (Ohh-wooahh-ohh)&lt;br /&gt;You don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself (love yourself)&lt;br /&gt;You're better off by far&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you always stay the same (stay the same)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's nothing 'bout you I would change (change)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there's nothing 'bout you I would change . . .&lt;br /&gt;Don't change . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhm...love this song...alot alot alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all folks! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea...CHEN LIANGZI! YOU BETTER GET PLENTY OF REST AND EAT! EAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-3267393246480444591?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3267393246480444591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=3267393246480444591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3267393246480444591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3267393246480444591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-these-two-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-7455880641347712836</id><published>2007-03-02T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T22:04:14.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to go or not to go..that is the question... no seriously, that is the question! go sch tomorrow, later keep sneezing. don't go, have to go doctor to get MC. grahh.. spent like 20 min in the toilet luh....go in come out go in come out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7455880641347712836?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7455880641347712836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7455880641347712836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7455880641347712836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7455880641347712836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-424571126462690084</id><published>2007-03-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:03:40.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dead, dead, dead. so bloody dead. how the heck were we suppose to do the freaking maths qns in 50 mins? nearly cried luh...cos i never ever not finish the paper. failed, yes i have failed before. but at least i did all the qns right?! and somemore we had to write on foolscap, so imagine how many times we had to write our names. write until lost count. the waste time writing somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-424571126462690084?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/424571126462690084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=424571126462690084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/424571126462690084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/424571126462690084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-dead-dead-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-2318541956097235328</id><published>2007-02-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:25:16.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am super addicted to this song right now. SUPER NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Artists: Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland and Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly Furtado:] &lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) &lt;br /&gt;I'm real as it comes if you don't know why I'm fly-y-y-y-y&lt;br /&gt;Seen ya try to switch it up, but girl you ain't that dope &lt;br /&gt;I'm a wonder woman, let me go get my robe &lt;br /&gt;I'm a supermodel and mummy, see mummy&lt;br /&gt;Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock &lt;br /&gt;Love my ass and my abs in the video for "Promiscuous" &lt;br /&gt;My style is ridiculous-s-s-s-s-s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Nelly Furtado] &lt;br /&gt;If you see us in the club, we'll be acting real nice &lt;br /&gt;If you see us on the floor, you'll be watching all night &lt;br /&gt;We ain't here to hurt nobody &lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me &lt;br /&gt;Wanna see you work your body &lt;br /&gt;So give it to me, give it to me, give it to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Timbaland:] &lt;br /&gt;When timbo is in the party everbody put up their hands &lt;br /&gt;I get a half a mill for my beats... you get a couple grand-d-d-d-d&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna see the day that I ain't got the upper hand &lt;br /&gt;I'm respected from californ-i-a way down to japan &lt;br /&gt;I'mma real producer and you just a piano man &lt;br /&gt;Your songs don't top the charts, I heard em, I'm not a fan-a-an&lt;br /&gt;Niggas talkin' greasy, I'm the one that gave them their chance &lt;br /&gt;Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like I can &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Nelly Furtado] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Justin Timberlake:] &lt;br /&gt;Could you speak up and stop mum-mumbling &lt;br /&gt;I don't think you came in clear&lt;br /&gt;With me sitting on the top, it's hard to hear you from way up here &lt;br /&gt;Now I saw you tryna to act cute on tv just let me clear the air &lt;br /&gt;We missed you on the charts last week &lt;br /&gt;Damn that's right, you wasn't there &lt;br /&gt;Now, if "S-sexy" never left, then why's everybody on my shi-i-it? &lt;br /&gt;Don't hate on me just because you didn't come up with it &lt;br /&gt;So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way &lt;br /&gt;'Cuz our run would never be over, not at least until we say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Nelly Furtado] [3x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-2318541956097235328?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2318541956097235328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=2318541956097235328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/2318541956097235328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/2318541956097235328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-super-addicted-to-this-song-right.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6396062180319078897</id><published>2007-02-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:47:24.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just visited the inet in search of anything for geog. there is an announcement from mrs tan bout tommy. RG people, you should know who Tommy is. he is our dear school cat. here is the announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;br /&gt;Tommy our RGS Cat&lt;br /&gt;Body: &lt;br /&gt;You would have noticed that Tommy has not been walking the corridors of the school especially around blocks A and D. He has kidney failure and was hospitalised for 13 days. Mrs Christine Tan noticed that Tommy was losing his appetite and took him to the vet where the tests revealed the kidney problem. He was discharged on Monday 20 Feb 07 and Mrs Christine Tan has been looking after him. The vet advised against Tommy coming back to school because he has to be on a special diet to manage his kidney problem and every 2 days he has to be brought to the vet for a glucose jab.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Christine Tan has so far bourne the cost of Tommy's hospitalisation and medical fees which amount to $1600/- to date. I believe that since Tommy is our school cat we should help to defray the cost of his medical treatment, so I approached Mrs Christine Tan to find out what she has already paid out for Tommy's treatment.&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to make a small contribution I have asked Christina Lee to have a box done up and placed in the General Office and you can put in your contribution there. The box will be there during office hours till Wed 28 Feb 2007 5pm. I will also look for other means to meet the cost of Tommy's on-going medical treatment. We will continue to monitor his recovery. Appreciate your understanding on this matter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Tan (Mrs) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;so as you all can see, tommy has kindney probs. pls help out if you can. he is a jolly fat and friendly cat, who i am sure many people miss right now. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6396062180319078897?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6396062180319078897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6396062180319078897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6396062180319078897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6396062180319078897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-visited-inet-in-search-of-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-8734062430855550371</id><published>2007-02-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T21:47:26.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now, i just feel like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; all my worksheets and just go to sleep. just to sleep not caring about tomorrow, not caring about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;. i just feel like screaming my lungs out,  to run away to a isolated island and live life anew. but that would mean leaving my dearest friends behind...new friends who i just met this year, and old friends from previous years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;(technically, i cant even leave this blasted place, so...wishful thinking.)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; even bothering doing my homework, cos right now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; freaking muddled with what is going on in school. shall ATTEMPT to do some SS or something...even though i just feel like burning the papers now...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shan't&lt;/span&gt;. cos &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; means fire, which means smoke, which i hate very very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-8734062430855550371?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8734062430855550371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=8734062430855550371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8734062430855550371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/8734062430855550371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/right-now-i-just-feel-like-burning-all.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-1765453978931377198</id><published>2007-02-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:32:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is such a fun day! besides the constant reminder that i have not done any homework...totally spoilt my mood luh(isit spoiled or spoilt?). is like you are happily playing and then someone starts talking bout homework. great. just great. now i keep thinking of the homeworks that has to be done.&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;maths ws(s)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maths corrections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;philo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;so as you can see... i'm gonna die gonna die gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-1765453978931377198?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1765453978931377198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=1765453978931377198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/1765453978931377198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/1765453978931377198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-is-such-fun-day-besides-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-5901775924419441110</id><published>2007-02-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T00:30:13.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...since i'm bored and dont feel like sleeping, i shall blog! (at least attempt to la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had steamboat for dinner...my throat hurts for rsome reason...sometimes got sound...sometimes no sound...wonder why. haha. RESHMI NAIR! are we meeting up tomorrow/today for maths?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yes.. pathetic post...i noe...who cares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5901775924419441110?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5901775924419441110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>cny celebration yesterday...quite ok la...mabel came over to take pics! yay! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RdZ6HJoD5FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wz1smPihXrQ/s1600-h/me+mabelline+ane+liangzi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RdZ6HJoD5FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wz1smPihXrQ/s320/me+mabelline+ane+liangzi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032343896894727250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RdZ50poD5EI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vRWDQgnV7ro/s1600-h/mabel+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Symzc33EQCw/RdZ6HJoD5FI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wz1smPihXrQ/s72-c/me+mabelline+ane+liangzi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5804798253000049629.post-626179463487183015</id><published>2007-02-11T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:27:47.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>found this on youtube. super cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/p/3203001BE620BB83"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/p/3203001BE620BB83" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="530" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-626179463487183015?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/626179463487183015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=626179463487183015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/626179463487183015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/626179463487183015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/found-this-on-youtube.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6318365826367721205</id><published>2007-02-11T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:29:44.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weekend past by so fast. train, tuition, train and saturday is over. train, massage, church, library and sunday is over. bahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6318365826367721205?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6318365826367721205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6318365826367721205' 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trimmed. and ended up having some treatment to make my hair less dry...and trim my hair. grahh. now my fringe is poking into my eyes luh, cos the person went to cut it...cos she said long fringe makes your look as if it does not have shape...yea...whatever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training wasn't as hard as what we thought it would be, cos we had recovery in the morning(din't feel like it though) and coach said recovering for afternoon training. bet alot of people thought it would be 2 for 1s or something la. but turn out pulling for time. but still it wasn't easy ok! at least for me la...cos thruout the whole 1500 i was sleeping...and then suddenly we were left with 200. haha. dint really feel as long as last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7454298899051127023?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-3889011966498488362</id><published>2007-02-06T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:27:02.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why must everything i can do be restricted by swimming? why why why? the geog/physics NZ trip clashes with SEA Age, so does the bio Wales trip. fine...to the swimmers who are better and have a good future in swimming, competition&gt;school. but that is other swimmers. to me, school&gt;competition. dont you get it?! i might not know what path i want to take next time, but i dont plan on depending on swimming. cos to me, swimming cant get you far. like i said, to others, it might take them far, that's because they are good at swimming and are committed enough to not really care about school much, fine, i'm saying it now, i might be committed to a certain level, but sadly not committed enough spend so much time training if it means waking up earlier for training, which means i have to sleep earlier, which means i have a very limited amount of time to do my homework, which is already quite limited because i get home from evening training and i still have to eat my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont think i wasted my time in one day to post this. it took me a couple of weeks just to post this one post. so, sorry if it dint make sense to you because the thoughts were collated over a couple of weeks and my linking is already bad enough and the scattered thought just made it worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-3889011966498488362?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.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-5804798253000049629.post-6614899616907262070</id><published>2007-02-04T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:42:49.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIANGZI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;yes! it's liangzi's birthday today! happy 17th birthday dear! may all your wishes and dreams come true in the following year and the years to come.&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt; (sound so cliched...) &lt;/span&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;333333333333333s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6614899616907262070?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6614899616907262070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6614899616907262070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6614899616907262070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6614899616907262070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-liangzi-yes-its-liangzis.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-9104227610253208762</id><published>2007-02-03T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:29:31.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time trail sucked. sucked. sucked. stupid knee pain again. should have known better than to take &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; just now. stupid stupid stupid. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grahh&lt;/span&gt;. i don't care. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to scratch my 400&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50m free: 0:29.94&lt;br /&gt;200m &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt;: 2:46.??&lt;br /&gt;50m back: 0:38.??&lt;br /&gt;200m free: 2:30.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks right?! and 200m free was the worst event, when it's suppose to be one of my better swims today. (&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; fine. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; suppose to be doing well in the free events.) guess it's die die must do good time for 100m free. don't care bout 100m back. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bahhh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to care bout what my dad is going to say to me. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to care bout what my dad is going to say to me. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to care bout what my dad is going to say to me. cos if i do, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna get demoralised and then i won't swim properly and then he will surely scold &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; and tomorrow will then be a ultra boring day. so &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to care bout what my dad is going to say to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-9104227610253208762?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9104227610253208762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=9104227610253208762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/9104227610253208762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/9104227610253208762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/time-trail-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-3571685715750328745</id><published>2007-02-02T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:51:12.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes...i'm this bored to post so many times in such a super short time. just because i don't feel like doing my homework now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;just found out that some people think i'm huggable. go around, meet them, first thing we do? huggie! yay. i love hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-3571685715750328745?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3571685715750328745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=3571685715750328745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3571685715750328745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3571685715750328745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-4437835382901111334</id><published>2007-02-02T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:33:21.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grahh...talking bout time trail...i'm gonna die for the backstroke events man...never mind...shall concentrate on freestyle and bring down my timing for 100m to 1:01. yes. i can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-4437835382901111334?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4437835382901111334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=4437835382901111334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/4437835382901111334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/4437835382901111334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/grahh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-5906946467144284658</id><published>2007-02-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T21:27:47.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm really really unfit compared to the past few years. everywhere i go i can just sleep within a minute or two. and this happens after my 'break' in obs. and the increasing homework load is definately not helping. i'm super relief we have a break tomorrow morning for the time trail in the afternoon. at last. a day i can actually sleep in. the last time that i was able to sleep in was during...saturday after obs? but thats only because i cant even walk properly. grahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-5906946467144284658?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5906946467144284658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=5906946467144284658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5906946467144284658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/5906946467144284658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-im-really-really-unfit-compared.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6516785035803780157</id><published>2007-02-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:56:17.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh...my leg is bloody pain again luh. shant anyhow run tomorrow. and i cant find any empty space to trim off on my bio ws. omg! i just cut through my ruler!...again! argh....7th time la...haha. ok...so random...shall try to tidy my bio journal now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6516785035803780157?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6516785035803780157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6516785035803780157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6516785035803780157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6516785035803780157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-362888419431897362</id><published>2007-01-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:28:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid homework pile... piling up like snow on mountains, waiting for an avalanche to happen. how the hell am i suppose to train everyday and do finish my homework and sleep early and wake up early for morning training the next day? school till 150, tuition till 430, training till 7 or 730, reach home 8 if lucky. do homework and pack and everything earliest sleep at 11... how the hell am i suppose to sleep enough and wake up early next morning for training when i can barely wake up in time for school?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-362888419431897362?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/362888419431897362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=362888419431897362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/362888419431897362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/362888419431897362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-homework-pile.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-6676598759809252807</id><published>2007-01-28T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:13:48.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>news about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;weiqi&lt;/span&gt; spreads fast. really fast. cos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rg&lt;/span&gt; is inter-connected. yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...i don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;weiqi&lt;/span&gt; at all, but i can tell that the news has left a big impact on everyone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the news. including me. even if i don't know her. it makes you take a step back, and really makes you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; your family and friends. cos you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know what could go wrong. there might be an accident or something and you might never have a chance to talk to your friends again. ( touch wood touch wood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;appreciated&lt;/span&gt; everything around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333s to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-6676598759809252807?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6676598759809252807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=6676598759809252807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6676598759809252807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/6676598759809252807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-about-weiqi-spreads-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-3838505903185215583</id><published>2007-01-27T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:47:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok ok. i really really really have to clear this up. I HAVE NOT QUALIFIED FOR SEA GAMES YET!. i might. but not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-3838505903185215583?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3838505903185215583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=3838505903185215583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3838505903185215583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3838505903185215583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-3329177482164368644</id><published>2007-01-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:07:43.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to ICA to register for my IC. the queue was quite surprisingly...fast! haha. got to training late though. had 1500 for time today. bleah. so tiring and having some ******* dragging me doesn't help either. then after that...got scolded. oh and i have to cut down 3seconds, not 1.5seconds, just to make it to the RELAY TEAM for SEA GAMES. relay, not individually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-3329177482164368644?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3329177482164368644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=3329177482164368644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3329177482164368644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/3329177482164368644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/went-to-ica-to-register-for-my-ic.html' title=''/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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-5804798253000049629.post-7926333964615884808</id><published>2007-01-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:36:56.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OBS'/><title type='text'>OBS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;shall start my new blog by talking about OBS! yes! i just came back from OBS! feel so good after bathing just now! i used like a whole load of shampoo! super duper nice. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OBS was quite fun, except that i had mobile with more of land expedition, so now my thigh muscles are strained. haiz. my watch is super enthusiastic! we had 8 people from 307 and 8 people from 313. so we have me, Sophia, liangzi, reshmi, junru, ziyi, yinyun, Elysia from 307, and Mabel, chngyan, Chloe, Larissa, Mariel, zhenyi, Eileen, Pauline from 313. at first we were just talking among our class, but after the first day, we started mingling and we talked and helped each other from the other class. haha. no one really had any injuries except for me...keep having problems with my legs. dumb dumb. haha. but at least i din't have to run all over the place for station games. haha. shall blog more tomorrow...very tired. yaenz. good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;JUNKO K.O YOU! haha. got that from Mabel's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5804798253000049629-7926333964615884808?l=i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7926333964615884808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5804798253000049629&amp;postID=7926333964615884808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7926333964615884808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5804798253000049629/posts/default/7926333964615884808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://i-am-who-i-am-and-i-am-me.blogspot.com/2007/01/obs.html' title='OBS!'/><author><name>K@lya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16438985526832589249</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
