<?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-7421994113321678017</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:13:30.472+08:00</updated><category term='crap post.'/><title type='text'>mydailythoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-4911977114250919393</id><published>2007-12-21T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:41:18.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm closing down this blog. please ask me for my new url!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you! wishing you people an early merry christmas &amp;amp; a happy new year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                         love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                                 Rosabelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4911977114250919393?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4911977114250919393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4911977114250919393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4911977114250919393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4911977114250919393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-people-im-closing-down-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8627767997036390344</id><published>2007-12-19T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:49:36.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people. i so wanna set up a livejournal. but i'm lazy... yes a lazy person. okay well i think shall just post on this blogspot. anyway!!!! i saw my angmo neighbor okay you know the 15 years old one is so hot! okay i mean he's like those you know boyband guys!  okayokay enough! but i think people might have girlfriend what right. okay just say that he's hot only. who's not hot to me? i think almost every guy that i see i say they are hot. lol but not really every!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay went pasir ris just now.. to fetch my cousin! he book out today.. and gonna book in again tomorrow morning! so poor thing.. you know he says he got to wake up early in the morning at 5 everyday and then the sir will ask them to like do some exercise and then run up and down and sweep the floor , then have breakfast and then go up to the "dorm" and clean up and then the cycle goes on.. &amp;amp; the sir some are very mean okay. Treat them like shit.. but anyway my cousin says army life is fun. And today.. i carry his army backpack.. it's like so heavy... but anyway army sounds fun to me.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dear vincent call me today.. &amp;amp; say he'll collect the book someother day... lucky ar... i felt like giving away my books aready. Then he call... okayokay you lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks time.. we'll go back to schooling~ oh i feel so good. but i'm just afraid of exams and being late cause of the school's stupid rules. DETENTION. somemore i've got no excuse to be late for school.. cause school is like just 4x100 relay away from my house. i don't have to take any bus. okay who wanna meet me to go to school together? meet at prata shop okay! lol not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven even start with art yet. though i've got idea.. but don't know what to do. i'm doom. okay i think i better do abit of like homework from geo,ss,chem,english&amp;amp;bio. i don't think i'll be doing maths. yucks. okay okay okay okay okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh it's so stupid you know. why do you have to bring up the stuff about what my ex boyfriend. i don't know what you're thinking. you think i'm someone who find boyfriend with looks? okayokay maybe not that la. but i do admit i'm a little over look. but i still do see their character one . i mean............  we are still like young to think bout this stuff right.  okay i know i'm running away from that question so what. i don't wanna talk bout ex boyfriends anyway. they're so zzzzz okay you aready say it's ex means it's over what. something that shouldn't be told to everyone whom didn't really know me. I mean i can just keep the memory aside and start anew right? but some recall would probably bring them back. i so so so so so hate myself now. this holiday i've wasted so much time at home. so much time that i didn't even go and learn guitar. I just spend my time at home everyday and then go out sometimes. i just wish that somehow this holiday could start anew. HAH  fat hope.  anyway i'll be staying at home again tomorrow. sarah's not free to go out. she's got something cock up. okay... zzz someone tell me what to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8627767997036390344?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8627767997036390344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8627767997036390344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8627767997036390344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8627767997036390344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4602804191530792077</id><published>2007-12-18T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:49:03.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know i fell asleep last night la.. i'm like waiting for million years for your reply la.. thats why i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my mother and my mother's mother today. &amp;amp; my mom's mother gave me money! okay good thank you okay.. money face bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( There's this macdonald people talking to me begging me for xmas present )&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i firstly should delete them from msn right?&lt;br /&gt;since everything is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; none of us goes there anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's a bad place there! though there's lots of memories with alvin.&lt;br /&gt;but we should all stop contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;they are bad people!&lt;br /&gt;like the 2 angel and devil.&lt;br /&gt;okay don't talk about this and them anymore and they shouldn't be exist in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night went hougang point .. and i wanted to buy clothes again and my mom want too.. but we stop ourselve and like i brought a bag! for 20 bucks.. actual price is 49 but there's sales again! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH btw, cat flew off to korea this afternoon :( i told her i'll miss her! and remind her bout the present! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know how long i can carry on like this..you know it's hard to forever wait for you. i mean you know that. i know you might try to get revenge but i don't know what's the point. if you just think we're friends just tell me so? if you think you don't want a friend like me? just tell me so.it's so hard you know.... when i say i seems like i've waited for billion years for your reply i mean it i mean to contact you and i'm not fooling around. And i mean it like that... i don't think i'm in a wrong. neither do i think that i'm suppose to wait. I don't know what's up with you? you sounds so bored when you message me, i don't think we're like this in the past. i guess i can never find back that tan yew lee that i know. okay i think i'll make it clear to you AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya people! today is the day where the N level student get their result... anyway congrats to people who are promoted to secondary 5. i heard from someone ... that zhengming got promoted and he seems like one of the top students.. weee! grats..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4602804191530792077?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4602804191530792077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4602804191530792077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4602804191530792077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4602804191530792077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-know-i-fell-asleep-last-night-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7328724433269001877</id><published>2007-12-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:39:36.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY I DON'T KNOW WHY SO BORING OKAY. THE VIDEO PLAYER IS NOT WORKING SO I'LL NEED TO WATCH ON MY COM BUT I DON'T WANT! AND I'M HUNGRY! AND PRISCILLA IS LIKE GOING TO KOREA SOON IN 1 DAY TIME. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's the christmas plan? i don't know. i think we're gonna go isabel's house? but not comfirm. ya ya ya .. you know i went to felicia chin's blog just now. omg.. i so wanna be a star. YOU CAN GET PRESENTS FROM ANY FANS ON YOUR BIRTHDAY LUH! you know her present is more then i get. okay.. i get only 2 present this year. but last year i get nothing but i get alvin! at least alvin brought me a birthday cake! and treat me to ktv:)  yes! i love the celebration last year.. sorry.. but i must say i really feel sad this year on my birthday. I wasn't even feeling a little bit of good. i was feeling glad that i still have you guys around me. okay.&lt;br /&gt;BYE I'LL GRAB FOOD NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7328724433269001877?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7328724433269001877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7328724433269001877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7328724433269001877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7328724433269001877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-i-dont-know-why-so-boring-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5902928584521458761</id><published>2007-12-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:26:01.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching a program on channel 5 "i propose".. it's shows like how the guy is gonna like propose to his 9 years girlfriend. LIKE OMG that guy is so sweet.. okay i'm back from my dreamland. i'm like dreaming as though it would happen on me. BOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with esther and vivian today. well.. basically i slept at 2 yesterday again thanks to tyl HAH and so... vivian morning call me early in the morning... and i was like okay then i went back to bed and then she calls again. HAH i'm sucha pig. Then wake up bath and get dressed and took bus with esther to bishan. We went junction8 for shopping yes again. I brought 2 shirts from outfitter girls cause there's this 20% storewide sales. LIKE OMG. okay sales again so i brought 2 shirts.. and my mom is like kinda angry cause i spend so much nowadays and i keep buying clothes. but i don't think it's alot leh. it's only 6 tops and a dress. very alot meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cab fare has just rised today. OKAY NO MORE CABBING NOW! i won't Book any cab from comfort or those cab company that has rised their fare. yes and i'll take train and bus and my legs now! NO MORE CABBING! i'm not very happy cause if somedays i'm very sad or what and i wanna rush home asap.. i couldn't take a cab. okayokayokay so dramatic.. whatever.. now that i've regret asking my mom to buy for me that dress... i'm very regret now. cause i think it looks like some pregnant lady dress now... RARRRR so regret you know.. i feel like going back to the for a refund. waste money:( okay i'm gonna remember that"DON'T WORRY BE HAPPY" okay that's what i brought today LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm so happy for my girlfriends. vivian brought her school bag and so did esther. NOW IT'S only me... i need to alter my skirt too.. so many things to do! and i did 2 question of the maths holiday homework. okay i've got no mood for maths really. &amp;amp; my art..... i've been waiting for mr chia's call for like 3 days but he haven't been replying my call. OKAY doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go town asap. I wanna go and buy the mango jeans asap before they're all gone and sold to other people. REALLY LUH. i want!! cause my current jeans's colour is fading off. moneymoneymoneymoney. everything money? christmas is round the corner.. and i need to get xmas present for my girls .. we're exchanging presents. OKAY anyone wanna exchange present with me :) hoho.. it's good that this year i've got xmas present! and i can exchange xmas present with people! the last time i exchange with people was when i was in primary school.. i exchange with ohyisen. HA and now he's got a girlfriend how would his girlfriend allow this to happen? fat hope. &amp;amp; also i'm nolonger a little girl. you can't cheat me with a bear. but it's the thoughs that counts! but i really hate softtoys. accept for the one that my mom brought for me when i was young luh. Okay the rest of the softoys that zhengming and zoson gave me... i gave away. okay i'm so bad right? but you see if the memories aren't good why should you keep right? YES THROW AWAY THROW AWAY! but no matter how hard i throw also cannot throw everything away easily one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See i blog so long! cause i'm bored:( i'm waiting for priscilla to set up the blog.. so i can sell my stuff and get some money! OKAY people do support okay:) i'll let you guys know the site. We don't sell useless stuff leh. we see stuff that are still in good condition. Like i don't know why i used to like 5566 so i get their album and there's their signature. &amp;amp; some boliao chinese drama picture book. WASTING MY CUPBOARD SPACE! okay i think it's wasting my cupboard but not everyone has the same thinking as me one right! okay okay ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heypeople! christmas is nearing.. here's a cute song from simple plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/IA1deHKEE8/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can hear this song.. then... okay tag me then i'll give you the song url.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't stop spending , i want a million gifts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause now it's christmas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a long post... sorry yes.. i'm really bored. but i promise i won't blog so long okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going off to watch my korea show soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y211/snowhui/daljasspring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 377px; HEIGHT: 225px" height="352" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y211/snowhui/da.jpg" width="533" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this guy ya.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S not yet 11. okayokay i'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.. it's just 10.23pm only. so long to 11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5902928584521458761?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5902928584521458761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5902928584521458761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5902928584521458761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5902928584521458761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-watching-program-on-channel-5-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2985848165166318434</id><published>2007-12-16T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:00.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kenson is back in sg. He's asking to meet up but i don't know whether to not. okay... i don't feel like meeting him? okay chatting with vivian and esther on the phone now. we're talking bout world end. okay this is somehow a famous topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya so.. today was a happy shopping day again.. leftfoot was on sales and i brought a addidas jacket and a nike sling bag. wee.... and i brought a dress! okay i'm so lady right? okay but i wear like i'm pregnent lady. cause it's free size. i'll upload the picture later okay.. anyway i went to shuang lin shi temple with my auntie and my mother. So i drop by and pray to alvin. anyway i hope he's fine.. we all misses him.. gonna go visit him again someother day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; good thing. i'm like starving myself these days. okay i don't eat that much like the past. (priscilla see i made it!) OKAY.. priscilla says she hopes she won't one day get a call from me and says i'm at the hospital. CHOY! i won't luh huh! okay. chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2VdCRAqrGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hQnVXMZS0Yk/s1600-h/DSC00045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144620442847980642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2VdCRAqrGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hQnVXMZS0Yk/s320/DSC00045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look so auntie right? gosh okay but i don't care. nights:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2985848165166318434?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2985848165166318434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2985848165166318434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2985848165166318434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2985848165166318434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/kenson-is-back-in-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2VdCRAqrGI/AAAAAAAAAHM/hQnVXMZS0Yk/s72-c/DSC00045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-697617729355779188</id><published>2007-12-15T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T00:21:11.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After that yesterday... i'm alright now! life still got to go on right? i'm leading such a boring life so it really doesn't matter if it goes on or not. but i really wish it'll go on. As usual, my dad just came back home from a disco or what shit and he's talking nonsenses now. he's pissing me off man. okayokay.. anyway priscilla and i are gonna set up a online store to sell stuff.. okay there would be autograph album and some books and all sorts of things but they're in good conditions okay! so watch out! i'm making the skins and all now.. okay! cyaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-697617729355779188?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/697617729355779188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=697617729355779188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/697617729355779188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/697617729355779188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-that-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5129154241534950303</id><published>2007-12-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:19:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 dec i'll remember it!</title><content type='html'>What a "good" day ! okay i'll remember this day... 14 dec 2007. You know.. i've just sort out on what to do and all and i've aready know what to do for art and i've decided to leave the past and all behind and start anew! WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST LET ME START ANEW? Or isit that this whole thing that happen was my own fault? And why must i start crying for alvin's name like what the fuck you know. I'm trying to keep alvin deep in my heart and stop dwelling on it and all... You people might think "woah , i'm so good in acting and so " but i wasn't okay i mean i didn't want all these to happen too right? and i'm not so over okay.. i'm just really don't know why. The guy that i crush on four years ago... i mean till this day i couldn't really even forget him.. like ohmy! And then this scout friend of mine (tanyewlee)... started to sms me back again. why? i don't know.. but i really do forgives him.. okay shocking right? okay... i spilled everything that i think all out to him and he says sorry and all shit. &amp;amp; i hope he won't do that again. but what if he does it again? okay i don't know and i've got no mood to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i wanted to forget everything and leave it all behind but... THEY JUST WON'T LET ME GO. i don't understand. Why and how can i get to spot hkb so easily? i mean really.. i don't know why someone just tell me... whenever i saw him.. i feel like hiding.. like dig a hole or runaway. And my legs felt so numb, my heart sink and i wanna dig my heart out for you okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kb, i don't think you'll know my blog.. but so... i don't know why.. i know you hated me. I do hate myself too. But i don't want this to happen... i didn't expect i'll meet you.. sg is so small you know and i don't know why we keep bump into each other. maybe it's just a joke that god play with me. please god, i don't wanna this joke anymore.. i feel so much for you. Don't get the wrong idea.. i have never wanted or never gonna like go and cause you and your girlfriend to end or whatsoever. i didn't i was like .... okay i really don't know what to say...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated my cousin. I don't know you know.. my family spoilts him so much. now he go out.. if he wants to buy that thing.. we pull him away and say no... he screams and MADE US LOOK FAMOUS WITH PEOPLE ALL LOOKING LIKE I ABUSE HIM LIKE THAT. And now, when he goes out... he grabs anything that he wanna buy and threw them in the basket. If you take it out he screams.. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK... moreever... his parents doesn't even punish him for behaving like that. If he's my brother he'll die in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my uncle for saying alvin's my boyfriend... basically.. he took my phone and like WENT STRAIGHT TO MY PHOTO ALBUM.. LIKE VERY WTF OKAY. don't insult alvin... i hate people who saw that photo says that he's my boyfriend and whatsoever. i don't like them to say about alvin. What right has they got to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5129154241534950303?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5129154241534950303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5129154241534950303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5129154241534950303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5129154241534950303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/14-dec-ill-remember-it.html' title='14 dec i&apos;ll remember it!'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3665865997809897329</id><published>2007-12-13T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:40:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay conclusion of the day... from my auntie. "ROSABELLE NEEDS A HANDSOME AND RICH HUSBAND IN FUTURE" not funny okay if you read this don't laugh! cause i'm kinda of a shopaholic today.. spend bout 70 plus today. brought a top from mango , a top from zara &amp;amp; 3 novels. plus my advance christmas present from my auntie.( not counted in the 70 bucks) but i'm still not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY PEOPLE! anyway.... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MANGO IS ON SALES NOW, GAP IS ON SALES TOO AND GUESS IS ON SALES!&lt;/span&gt; accept for zara and topshop! okay anyway so the problems is i'm short of cash for now. How i wish i'll have that gap top and that mango skinnys and that guess super skinny jeans!  OKAY I'M SO GREEDY! anyway i'm in love with the guess heels... love at first sight! but one pair cost like a bomb you know. it's like 189 bucks for a pair! but i'm gonna earn for it in future! okay anyway! i'm currently still in a lost for art. okay so i seems to be interested in shopping only.. so i must buck up! i want so many stuff.. okay so i hope chinese new year will come asap! &amp;amp; i hope my grandpa would give me money to buy clothes for new year..(don't give my "bonus" to that bitch please)  and everyone who is older than me would give me $$. okay like omg.. i'm so money face now! but sorry i can't help it... i hope my father would love me more! WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay so yes.. priscilla peck says she wanna rob me cause my auntie brought me my christmas present a guess wallet.. and she says she wanna rob me.. she though it was bout 100 bucks but no luh! it's 40 plus luh.. not hundred bucks... so just don't rob me. cause my pocket has aready burned. okay and she says she wants to see the wallet so i specially took a photo for her.. okay i'll post it later. &amp;amp; i'm going out with sarah next week.. hopefully another shopping day again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my cousin jasline is crazy in love. Okay she basically ask me to help her to see whether that outfit suits her or not and do she look fat? and so ever... just for a dinner this coming wednesday with her boyfriend-to-be. what happen to her? okay i guess it was power of love? power of money! okay whatever... that guy shall better not be a playboy. erks... guys are like the same?&lt;br /&gt;Like the waiter mr tan yew lee... okay forget everything. so how's the christmas eve plan people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't wanna be named as being a bitch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i didn't contact you so did you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats all bout this single sided love? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y211/snowhui/DSC00033-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon my shooting skills.. &lt;br /&gt;okay nights :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3665865997809897329?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3665865997809897329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3665865997809897329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3665865997809897329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3665865997809897329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-conclusion-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8062575947094837625</id><published>2007-12-12T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:25:17.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i still think of you like i really do when i've aready know how you're like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yl, like you know and i don't have to ask... we aren't friends right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they're just lies ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i do tell lies but i hate it when guys lie to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know like how it is like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean what i know is that guys could just forget things fast and easy , don't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay so what's the problem here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just wish that we've never met...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i shouldn't have went to the camp and i'll probably never know you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8062575947094837625?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8062575947094837625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8062575947094837625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8062575947094837625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8062575947094837625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/sometimes-i-still-think-of-you-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3689596481490401761</id><published>2007-12-12T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:00.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i want for christmas is a boyfriend like &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AVmlt0TeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PINpgZnpz2g/s1600-h/jima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143134527160602082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AVmlt0TeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PINpgZnpz2g/s320/jima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AV8Ft0TfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CZ4obisakGU/s1600-h/jimmyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143134896527789554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AV8Ft0TfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CZ4obisakGU/s320/jimmyyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AV8Ft0TfI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CZ4obisakGU/s1600-h/jimmyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay he's so handsome right? omg he's 33 this year! but looks young right? okay whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i know now is that i'm just being stupid crazy over this guy. Like what teriza says.. he's old but old but he is man okay.. not like those U-know or i know . okay whatever it is! i'm so crazy luh. please i don't want to be a crazy fan. Or like those crazy stupid girls whom love fairy tales and all these shit tales .. okay i've gotta get rid of this ... anyway tomorrow's another day. whatever! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIAOBAI! (SMALLWHITE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must say.. i miss esther okay. like we didn't contact for 2 days? okay i'm gonna call her tomorrow till she gets the phone. and don't work so hard okay! Went simlim square today and i brought psp slim! okay but the only game that i can play is crazy taxi... like ARGH wait till i download puzzle bubble and all sorts of stupid game into it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i'll be very good tomorrow to post one of my stupid photo here tomorrow! night! :) &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/7421994113321678017-3689596481490401761?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3689596481490401761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3689596481490401761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3689596481490401761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3689596481490401761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-boyfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R2AVmlt0TeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PINpgZnpz2g/s72-c/jima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-1540457520187135337</id><published>2007-12-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:25:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After sleeping for 16 hours... i feel better! anyway... my parents came back yesterday and brought me stuff! my mom brought me 2 Guess shorts and a shirt + a makeup set with fake lashes and glue included. okay so jimmy lin is so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway been doing nothing at home. life is like so meaningless and has got no goals. &amp;amp;besides.. someone lazy like me is hard to get things done.. i mean when i decided to do homework. i was like wait luh.. later than i'll get it done.. surely can get it done by today. but in the end i failed to get it done... or maybe to say like i haven even really do anything single thing yet. Just like art, i've got plans at first but no more now. I don't know what to do for art. okay i mean i know but i do not know where to start from and i'm just lazy? or stupid to do things that i'm suppose to do. Just 6 topics ... and just choose one of them. It's so easy but i just seems to find it hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;Really feel so useless you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1540457520187135337?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1540457520187135337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1540457520187135337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1540457520187135337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1540457520187135337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-sleeping-for-16-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-95799436205273276</id><published>2007-12-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:12:44.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap post.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must be really mad... I'm feeling giddy and the world is like turning round and round and round &amp;amp; my eyes could close any time... Okay basically.. i didn't sleep for one night... till now.... i was watching "My lucky star" okay and i can't seems to stop.. okay thats why i watched till so long... okay i think i need to catch some sleep now... otherwise i'll faint later. okay i don't even really see what i type heree cause i'm too tired to see the key board and all. i might be posting rubbish here okay. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back! it's 9.06pm now... I didn't really sleep.. i only slept for like 2 hours? okay i'm still feeling like the world keep turning round and round.. and my eyes aren't gonna open.. "My lucky star" is like so nice luh! okay i was actually in love with this guy in the show... OMG HE'S LIKE SO HANDSOME AND RICH AND CARING LUH. RARRRRRRR okay i got to go.. be back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-95799436205273276?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/95799436205273276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=95799436205273276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/95799436205273276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/95799436205273276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-must-be-really-mad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-1200187610613272876</id><published>2007-12-09T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:58:10.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... nobody, i stay at home all the afternoon.. i'm having don't know what cramp on my legs and i can't sleep the whole night so.... i didn't went to work. Stayed at home the whole afternoon and cheena got her fucking friends and kids to my house and they were making so much noise downstairs..  So no one is at home to cook for me.. so i ordered mac and pay it myself! And i was like watching fang yang de xing xing (My lucky star) okay that guys is so like handsome luh. okay handsome guys again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my auntie and jasline came home and we went downtown east for that wedding chalet of my dad's friend. To give them the red packet and like sit there and chat awhile... Then went changi village to eat and went home. So........... my saturday and sunday was like shit day at night. okay.. for sat... in the afternoon whereby i went out with cat and ht was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! in another 16 more hours my mom is coming back home! :) HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether she did buy my guess wallet or not!? OKAY anyway did or not.. i'll wanna buy it! GUESS WALLET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1200187610613272876?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1200187610613272876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1200187610613272876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1200187610613272876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1200187610613272876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8879234725400613539</id><published>2007-12-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T01:31:24.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe love at first sight with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;i mean a totally stranger.. that you have never met before.. okay but i guess it's just some nonsenses stuff.. anyway like i mean don't put too much time and too much feelings into love. It's like we don't have to settle down with stuff like that yea? as you see we are still young and our future are gonna be our main worries. okay my future is my main worries now... it really doesn't matter even though dion and all laughed at us for not having any boyfriend. I'm actually fine with it like i don't get love sick. I won't get so crazy or whatsoever! the best is i don't really got to waste my time,money,feelings,tears&amp;amp;effort. Like to do something which someone won't appreciate my effort and all which i ended up would be in tears and being stupid to waste my time for such loser. And so.. i have to get on to work out for my future and i'll find someone to appreciate me in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough..went out with priscilla and ht today.. as usual.. i went PS like not again? why did i went there again? okay but and i was hoping to see kb and his girlfriend. OKAY i always says that luh.. okay but if i were to saw them i don't know how would i feel.. maybe sad.. maybe happy or like what. so went starbucks to wait for the seller.. priscilla brought the DBSK stuff and it's so expensive okay like hundred bucks okay priscilla spend bout thousand bucks over that DBSK okay.. and the minute i heard that i was like scolding her luh.. and huehting says i sounds like her mother.. okay but priscilla is spending too much luh! i mean i don't spend so much on something like that. Then we went town and i brought clothes okay! like finally really. i need more shoppings i wanna get the zara's tube cause it's better not really call tube it's like tanktop or something like that. okay.. thanks eric for the songs! otherwise i won't be sleeping soon now.&lt;br /&gt;okay and i'm going to work tomorrow with my auntie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8879234725400613539?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8879234725400613539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8879234725400613539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8879234725400613539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8879234725400613539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-you-believe-love-at-first-sight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8092348352962922740</id><published>2007-12-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:19:55.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay i decided to change my blog out of private again.. crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;okay i've got my reasons... but maybe somedays i'll get back private again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are not in sg now.... but it doesn't means that i can go out till very late.. cause i've got busybodies family member around me who would spy on me and complain to my dad. And telling my dad where i'm going and all.... okay so anyway went out today.. for boonpin's birthday "celebrations?!" Okay so we went Vivo city... and watch "The golden compass" i must say at first i though it would be a boring movie but i find it quite nice..  And i think Nicole Kidman is so sexy luh! She's got everything every women wants... big boobs,nice complex and good figure.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh how i hope i can own a golden compass! pictures to update later aright! when vivian choo reach home! i'll get her to sent me and then i'll post it here.. i guess i need to stop my lazyness.. anyway 12 of us went to catch the movie and went lan shop after that.... thats all for today GOOD NIGHT!!  i need to start really start! to get going with art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8092348352962922740?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8092348352962922740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8092348352962922740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8092348352962922740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8092348352962922740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-i-decided-to-change-my-blog-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6208405488811317327</id><published>2007-12-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:05:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay just something random..&lt;br /&gt;went out with mom today as she's going overseas tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;and GOOD NEWS.. there isn't any ticket for me!&lt;br /&gt;yes... and i'll be staying in sg and i'll be someone transparent for days till monday..&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin is going NS tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; going out with isabel and all tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6208405488811317327?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6208405488811317327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6208405488811317327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6208405488811317327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6208405488811317327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-just-something-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4207589344970453186</id><published>2007-12-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:37:29.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why i feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;whenever i don't know how to do somethings i'll try to get rid of it..&lt;br /&gt;finding excuse to drop that thing or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;And there i am now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of dropping out art again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but i don't wanna think this way huh..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna carry on in art..&lt;br /&gt;but as someone as lazy as me..&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stay in art.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i'm like kinda of the worst in art class...&lt;br /&gt;gosh but you know art lesson is fun!&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes you can sleep in art lesson and do anything you like in art lesson.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think we'll still get to do the same thing in art lesson next year...&lt;br /&gt;mr chia says that he might not be our art teacher next year..&lt;br /&gt;that means we cannot be lazy anymore next year.&lt;br /&gt;and we'll sure fail art all the way if the art teacher is 3E's art teacher..&lt;br /&gt;like what vivian and all experienced...&lt;br /&gt;that means we'll have the worst art lesson we ever had in our life.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really personally.. hate that teacher.&lt;br /&gt;And heard from vivian that she's like that i'm like not very shocked...&lt;br /&gt;it's like expected?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what... i though only my dad was going Philippine but my mom is going now..&lt;br /&gt;and damn you know.. they went there for some fooking honki dong's boss 's mistress aka worker's son's wedding. It's like we don't even know them.. and they're going to Malina,philippine... and over there now there's so much riots and so on going there it's like freaking dangerous luh.. and my mom's going.. if my dad's only going i'm fine with it... BUT MY MOM IS ALSO GOING... OKAY AND NOW .. MY DAD WANTS ME TO GO ALSO.. OMG LUH! I JUST HOPE THAT THERE WASN'T ANYMORE TICKET FOR ME TO GO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4207589344970453186?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4207589344970453186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4207589344970453186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4207589344970453186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4207589344970453186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-know-why-i-feel-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-1466444972426308138</id><published>2007-12-03T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:31:16.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suckers</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog something today..&lt;br /&gt;okay sorry yea but i'm not actually bad mouthing someone here but okay can say i am really trying to deflame people but who cares! this shall only be our girls secrets right? okay but to alert you all luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there are many types of guys in this world. And so far.. i've only seen 2 types and they are my so called "bestfriends".&lt;br /&gt;Type number one : guys who are like contacting you for some motives.. like they like you and keep smsing you then after you rejected them they won't waste one second on you.. they seems to move on very fast and get a new target.&lt;br /&gt;Type number two : Like you know when some guys are like talking to a girl... this guy would somehow like interupt asking the guy some stupid questions and all.. ( trying to be extra )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see it yourself! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1466444972426308138?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1466444972426308138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1466444972426308138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1466444972426308138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1466444972426308138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/suckers.html' title='suckers'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2010445595718990372</id><published>2007-12-02T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:06:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's my auntie's 40th birthday and she's still single huh! so sad.. 40 years old virgin.&lt;br /&gt;okay test test.. is my blog private now aready?&lt;br /&gt;okay okay damn angry with guys like @$#%#!%#!%!@%$&amp;amp;@$%%&amp;amp;!^@%&lt;br /&gt;you all know aready who is who.&lt;br /&gt;okay got to go off first!&lt;br /&gt;BYE ~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2010445595718990372?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2010445595718990372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2010445595718990372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2010445595718990372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2010445595718990372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/todays-my-aunties-40th-birthday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-870933031207027864</id><published>2007-12-01T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:52:52.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i'm back again.. i though that i miss out to blog on something. cause i really don't want this dream of mine to come true or what. But i just wanna share... alright.. i had a dream last night that yew lee invites me to a hotel ( okay not hankypanky okay!) to celebrate his birthday.. as this auntie brought in foods and cakes and all.. and then we had a night stay there.. and we share the same bed with a few girls sleeping with us. And then i woke up in the morning he's gone and then i went off to like some supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA IT'S SO STUPID. but c'mon i'm sure i wasn't really in love with him. Like i was last time but not anymore. Guys can't be trusted anyway. I mean you see if you tell one of the guy friends your secret and all then suddenly like most of them all knows.. And then i don't really trust guys now. Anyway there's no rush to find a boyfriend cause having a boyfriend couldn't be a great thing,but a sad thing. And i aready had less freedom... so i won't be stupid to have a boyfriend and made myself without any freedom. WHICH I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT. okay.. so i guess i'm going off now. i'll be back later if then i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-870933031207027864?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/870933031207027864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=870933031207027864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/870933031207027864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/870933031207027864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-im-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-1073517604554899906</id><published>2007-12-01T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:00.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OKAY! look i'm indeed a lier.. i keep saying that i'm getting my blog private but i didn't. I just sent the invitation to my girlfriends and all.. and claire give me your email add soon yea! okay so yes... i watch "Mean girls" again in to morning. In the show.. this fellow guy caught my attention! i mean he's really handsome. o&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R1FcD1t0TcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Wv7sYuzT1lc/s1600-R/jonathan+bennett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138989870835060162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R1FcD1t0TcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pc-xbRxQ9Zw/s320/jonathan+bennett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kay i'll show you the picture! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R1FcRVt0TdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/dSUk8i9hnrE/s1600-R/6090jonathanbennett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138990102763294162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R1FcRVt0TdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/67xT8fHYg2U/s320/6090jonathanbennett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man! don't you think the same with me? HE'S SO HOT. LIKE REALLY HOT OKAY. I mean can you find any singaporean man LIKE HIM? OR HOTTER THAN HIM? NO WAY! okayokay.. i don't know why i love to get crazy over things like that. Like when i fall for some celebrities i'll get crazy and gaga and yaya all the way like as if i know them in real life like this. BUT it's like this yet to know that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time... i hated my dad for coming into my room and disturbs me when i'm happily playing games or when i'm happily blogging and yes he just came in to spoit the mood of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like really , we all hates people who come and disturbs us when we're having our own personal time. Same that when someone is using the toilet we don't go bang into the toilet and disturb them. it's the same rule... but i don't know why my dad thinks this is his house so he got big deal to come into my room when he like. I just wished that somedays... the government in sg will come out with a rule like... guys from 15 and above can never enter any lady/girl/women's room. That we could have our own privacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1073517604554899906?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1073517604554899906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1073517604554899906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1073517604554899906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1073517604554899906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay-look-im-indeed-lier.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/R1FcD1t0TcI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pc-xbRxQ9Zw/s72-c/jonathan+bennett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-5006226786970887870</id><published>2007-11-30T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T01:00:52.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/quizzes/stars_say"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_virgo_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know why but i somehow think that my stars actually really matches with what i am , and yes i'm loud i talk loudly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i came across one old friend of mine's blog.... and this old friend of mine.. has one of his love one who just left the world. okay i assume that my friend loves her..cause he spend thousand plus and lots of like time for her.. and you know like always get her flowers. yes, i agree with him it's just how unfair life is. And people all know that my msn personal message.. i still do put that "R.I.P 290707" as a part to rememeber alvin. Then i've got this current schoolmate who wasn't very close to alvin but was alvin's classmate... asking me.. oh is alvin someone very important to you. ( not in an offensive way ) but anyway he was a good brother. ya ya ya ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair that it tooks life away... but you know it's all fate you know. and you know yesterday when i went to serangoon macdonald.. i was thinking of those wonderful memories..  i know i should just keep alvin in my heart and don't keep dewell about the past but i mean i just can't seems to like do that. Everytime when i heard the songs that he used to sing.. and the place and everyone... i'll just think of how well it would be if alvin's here to scold us all.. and we all do want to keep alvin in our conversation at times... you know but we won't cry but the pain is in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the other day when my mom told me... actually my other relatives doesn't like my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;They just pretended to be friendly and loves my grandma.. but you know what.. they're just cheapo... they pretend for the sick of foods and money and all... as in chinese new year.. my grandma would cooks lots of food ( as she loves cooking) and she loves people to taste her food and give comment.. she also enjoys cooking and she always cook alot. Then those cheapos would come my house and eat till they're like bloated and then went off to that orpisai house. They are orpisai's people. okay ... my family is rather complicated. And when i grows up.. i don't wanna live with my family.. i just wanna live with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for blogging such things.. and i also don't know why. anyway i'll be putting private soon.. so it's okay haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5006226786970887870?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5006226786970887870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5006226786970887870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5006226786970887870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5006226786970887870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dont-know-why-but-i-somehow-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-54488067202053563</id><published>2007-11-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:59:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello! thank you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for tagging clarie!&lt;br /&gt;RARRR&lt;br /&gt;you wanted me to use iron to iron myhair?&lt;br /&gt;nono! i don't wanna burn my hair haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so yes..&lt;br /&gt;Went Plaza sing today with my girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;priscilla would say "wah rosabelle, you haven learnt you lesson yet?"&lt;br /&gt;yes! i know going to PS i would see hkb..&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't today.. i was actually expecting to see him and his 4 years girlfriend holding hands and walking at ps! ( For your information! i'm not a thirdparty.. and i never wanted to go inbetween them!)&lt;br /&gt;okay.. GUESS i think too much!&lt;br /&gt;back to story.&lt;br /&gt;We went PS together and like there's the mimi,vivi,stasta&amp;amp;sasa outing!&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch the "enchanted".&lt;br /&gt;i'll say this movie is so so.. and like no other fairytales that you read on story books.&lt;br /&gt;okay so went shop around and all...&lt;br /&gt;and i have fuckface!&lt;br /&gt;i look so fugly luh.&lt;br /&gt;we went walking around and all just random stuff..&lt;br /&gt;i took train and went back serangoon to wait for my mom to fetch me home otherwise my dad would kick up a fuss again.&lt;br /&gt;saw tianboon.&lt;br /&gt;then walk to macdonald i feel something bad..&lt;br /&gt;no one is at mac.. and i felt it's like no longer the macdonald we use to go..&lt;br /&gt;when i saw the dustbin that alvin once wanted to throw me in....&lt;br /&gt;everything came back into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;those nice and fun memories...&lt;br /&gt;those days that we run here and there when it rains..&lt;br /&gt;at the basketball court.&lt;br /&gt;at joo seng ktv.&lt;br /&gt;and third floor...&lt;br /&gt;and the dustbin.. that alvin wanted to throw me in.&lt;br /&gt;it's already gone , only left with memories.&lt;br /&gt;love you alvin, you'll never be forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of emoing right?&lt;br /&gt;sorry recently having PMS...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. i should really cut down abit on my eating..&lt;br /&gt;notice today when i wanted to wear a tanktop...&lt;br /&gt;i've got fat arms now..&lt;br /&gt;okay good nights!&lt;br /&gt;and hello bastards and morons! ( for every guys )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-54488067202053563?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/54488067202053563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=54488067202053563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/54488067202053563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/54488067202053563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/ello-thank-you-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2842242417978194269</id><published>2007-11-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T00:41:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i'm like having stomach cramp.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to lie to myself that it's not pain.&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My auntie brought me and my little cousin to discovery centre.&lt;br /&gt;like sua gu people like that.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway..&lt;br /&gt;wasn't really sad to see the picture.&lt;br /&gt;not sad luh&lt;br /&gt;sad for what?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;asians guys aren't really that good.&lt;br /&gt;and i think Caucasians are handsome.&lt;br /&gt;like chad murray! (i hope i spell correctly!)&lt;br /&gt;and the justin timberlake and all.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;SO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pictures tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;byeeee~&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2842242417978194269?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2842242417978194269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2842242417978194269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2842242417978194269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2842242417978194269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/pain-is-killing-me-i-dont-know-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5631154741821590639</id><published>2007-11-27T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:04:37.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Rebond my hair today.&lt;br /&gt;okay people who knows me.. would say.. again?&lt;br /&gt;why waste money.&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i wasn't wasting money okay.&lt;br /&gt;and yucks! my hair stinks now.&lt;br /&gt;even though i washed my hair...&lt;br /&gt;the chemical smell is still there!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay and so my eeeeee came to find me!&lt;br /&gt;hah EEEEEE is not my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;eeee is esther!&lt;br /&gt;beeeee is me!&lt;br /&gt;and beee is vivian for qk&lt;br /&gt;beee is qk for vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how it's like.&lt;br /&gt;okay so well..&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna ask you ,&lt;br /&gt;What is friends to you. what is me to you. what is the past to you. what is everything to you.&lt;br /&gt;It really bothers me!&lt;br /&gt;why i'm like that?&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna like someone now.&lt;br /&gt;yes..&lt;br /&gt;but i seems to fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay smelly hair is going off now!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5631154741821590639?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5631154741821590639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5631154741821590639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5631154741821590639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5631154741821590639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-to-rebond-my-hair-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8109769389084588296</id><published>2007-11-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:08:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THOUGH YOU WAS GONNA MESSAGE ME! YOU DIDN'T LETS GET BACK TO BEFORE. DON'T TALK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;RARRR and with this posted on my msn pm.&lt;br /&gt;he just messaged me! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i think he saw that.&lt;br /&gt;oh i'm just so evil luh.&lt;br /&gt;using this to threaten him.&lt;br /&gt;okay so... today was like stayed at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and just 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;and i actually ate the whole box of ice-cream myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go meet my eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8109769389084588296?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8109769389084588296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8109769389084588296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8109769389084588296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8109769389084588296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-though-you-was-gonna-message-me-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2059445183780337080</id><published>2007-11-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:09:02.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway i went out with my girlfriends yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went city plaza for hair extention..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't very nice... and i didn't make it at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay but it was just an experience...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2059445183780337080?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2059445183780337080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2059445183780337080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2059445183780337080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2059445183780337080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/anyway-i-went-out-with-my-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4708182929124685315</id><published>2007-11-24T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:40:12.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. what kind of life is this?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of father is this?&lt;br /&gt;why do i had such father?&lt;br /&gt;please sent him away.&lt;br /&gt;such unreasonable father.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of life it would be like..&lt;br /&gt;without computer.&lt;br /&gt;can't go out for friend's birthday or holiday.&lt;br /&gt;just home &amp;amp; school.&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN'T EVEN ENJOY MY SAT AND SUN?&lt;br /&gt;fook.&lt;br /&gt;I MUST HAVE OWE MY FATHER MONEY IN MY PAST LIFE AND I'M HERE TO RETURN THE DEBT.&lt;br /&gt;it's okay aready.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really had enough.&lt;br /&gt;can i sue my dad for not letting me to have my freedom?&lt;br /&gt;If it's possible i'll consider giving it a go.&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather change my surname to the same as my mom.&lt;br /&gt;i don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i don't.&lt;br /&gt;and this unreasonable father is going way too much.&lt;br /&gt;from going home early ..&lt;br /&gt;to.. i won't be allow to use com next year.&lt;br /&gt;okay.. since he aready say..&lt;br /&gt;he won't care about my education.&lt;br /&gt;why still care about what time am i going home or when i'm going out.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;he should just don't care about everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm more than happy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;HAVING no unreasonable stuff in my life.&lt;br /&gt;despite several times that i've spoke to him about what i really feel.&lt;br /&gt;this don't work.&lt;br /&gt;i though it might work.&lt;br /&gt;but it just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with someone whom just message me.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be a spare tyre.&lt;br /&gt;can't you just really tell what i am.&lt;br /&gt;can't you just stop come and go.&lt;br /&gt;please don't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;i really need someone who would always be there.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i'm not despo.&lt;br /&gt;but not at least that i though you're not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since when did life turn so bad.&lt;br /&gt;2007 is surely not a good year.&lt;br /&gt;it took my friend away.&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;and still what?&lt;br /&gt;my dad just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;i might die next minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want my life to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;as simple as i get the freedom i want.&lt;br /&gt;please i'm not getting that far.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not having unreasonable request.&lt;br /&gt;to like stay outside overnight.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to go home later.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot afford the time to wait.&lt;br /&gt;time won't wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose anymore things.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just pray hard that my dad could just shut up and just don't waste my time and his time on caring so much about me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i really hope that..&lt;br /&gt;2008 would be a better year that i could look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4708182929124685315?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4708182929124685315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright..&lt;br /&gt;like what priscilla say..&lt;br /&gt;PRISCILLA BLURISTIC ; says:you go heartland mall see tzm&lt;br /&gt;PRISCILLA BLURISTIC ; says:go ps see hkb&lt;br /&gt;PRISCILLA BLURISTIC ; says:got anymore places you should avoid ?&lt;br /&gt;i need to avoid places like heartland mall and Plaza singapura.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Tan zhengming at heartland mall just now.&lt;br /&gt;you may be asking who is he?&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;he's my ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;okay but i'm over everything now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't see why i need to avoid him..&lt;br /&gt;accept for hkb, that i need to try not to bang into him at ps.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm quarreling with priscilla peck now.&lt;br /&gt;haha so childish.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm gonna turn in now!&lt;br /&gt;meeting EEEEEE tomorrow :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7421994113321678017.post-8130176004872257374</id><published>2007-11-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:49:55.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just pack my room again.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get to do some practice on painting my own tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;since it's like so boring ...&lt;br /&gt;and i can't do nothing at home right!&lt;br /&gt;wasting time!&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;it's time to do some constructive work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and x`mas is here soon...&lt;br /&gt;it's like reminding me of the the countdown night..&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve..&lt;br /&gt;it's the most beautiful night i had with alvin.&lt;br /&gt;like what yixian says...&lt;br /&gt;the memories is mine ..&lt;br /&gt;and it shall always be kept in my heart, no one can steal it away.&lt;br /&gt;alright.. shall stop here.. good night! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8130176004872257374?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8130176004872257374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8130176004872257374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8130176004872257374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8130176004872257374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-just-pack-my-room-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6020609780370221763</id><published>2007-11-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T01:16:11.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like digging out my intestines now..&lt;br /&gt;just for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH..&lt;br /&gt;it's so pain you know..&lt;br /&gt;and i always though i'll die..&lt;br /&gt;or like i'll be sent to the hospital in the night if the pain don't go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we don't understand what we want in life.&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand what i want either.&lt;br /&gt;some of us want money.&lt;br /&gt;some want to love.&lt;br /&gt;some want to get a cert.&lt;br /&gt;some want a job.&lt;br /&gt;some want to strike 4D.&lt;br /&gt;some want to be a soccer player.&lt;br /&gt;all sorts..&lt;br /&gt;but i want to get the future that i want.&lt;br /&gt;i want to plan my future myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to know what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna regret in life.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i really want.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't trust guys who could claim to be your best friend forever.&lt;br /&gt;NO .&lt;br /&gt;forever not.&lt;br /&gt;THANK you for that every friend who claim once.&lt;br /&gt;stepping in and out of my life as you like..&lt;br /&gt;that won't happen anymore.&lt;br /&gt;right , tan yew lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleshimp is having sales ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3883418507236372375</id><published>2007-11-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:38:55.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's one video i think it's pretty cool and the music is smooth and the lyrics fits in so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgY2KSP-55E&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgY2KSP-55E&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm rushing now..&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to dig out money from my piggy bank..&lt;br /&gt;but it's still not enough!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;WHY i need money now?&lt;br /&gt;cause i need buy a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD says i can't use computer next year.&lt;br /&gt;AND i don't care...&lt;br /&gt;it's okay..&lt;br /&gt;i'll try save my own money and buy a laptop myself.&lt;br /&gt;and of cause use it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nights :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3883418507236372375?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3883418507236372375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3883418507236372375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3883418507236372375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3883418507236372375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-one-video-i-think-its-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-1619110551880459926</id><published>2007-11-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:50:17.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你以為愛就是被愛 你揮霍了我的崇拜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我活了 我愛了 我都不管了&lt;br /&gt;心愛到瘋了恨到酸了就好了可能的 可以的 真的可惜了&lt;br /&gt;幸福好不容易 怎麼你卻不敢了呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's fish leong's latest song...&lt;br /&gt;i do like this song!&lt;br /&gt;searching the web to find some english songs..&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows where to download english songs?&lt;br /&gt;please tell me! thank you!&lt;br /&gt;and yes!!&lt;br /&gt;thinking of going for a hair extention..&lt;br /&gt;but hell... i don't think so now.&lt;br /&gt;not yet for the time being..&lt;br /&gt;i need to go for rebonding...&lt;br /&gt;or probably i need to go "bei jing 101"&lt;br /&gt;HAHA kidding la..&lt;br /&gt;yawn.. i don't think i'll be going overseas anymore!&lt;br /&gt;which is so sad la...&lt;br /&gt;i love traveling actually..&lt;br /&gt;going to perth.. and korea.. and japan..&lt;br /&gt;yes! i love korea rice and japan rice..&lt;br /&gt;their rice are so nice!&lt;br /&gt;and priscilla is going korea!&lt;br /&gt;And she's going crazy over that korea group DONG FANG SHEN QI!&lt;br /&gt;翼勢力 , DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;she even put it in her personal message..&lt;br /&gt;oh she's so crazy over it..&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i'm DBSK..&lt;br /&gt;and she'll spend her money on me..&lt;br /&gt;i could go and buy some novels so that i won't get mad at home.&lt;br /&gt;actually if you ask me what have i been doing lately..&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you..&lt;br /&gt;i've been sleeping , reading novels , sleeping , eat, reading novels , sleep ........&lt;br /&gt;all day at home.&lt;br /&gt;i would very much like it that...&lt;br /&gt;to meet up with esther soon and small white. (xiaobai)&lt;br /&gt;hah fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time is running out and i had done nothing ..&lt;br /&gt;okay my assignment is..&lt;br /&gt;to get on with the preparatory work on N level art coursework.&lt;br /&gt;i'll need to set on what topic i'm working on..&lt;br /&gt;get on with the artist statement.&lt;br /&gt;then research.(pictures to be taken by myself no ripping of pictures from the media or anywhere)&lt;br /&gt;then development!(i sucks at it.. okay most of it.)&lt;br /&gt;then colour scheme, layout and final layout...&lt;br /&gt;IN 5 A2 BOARD! :(&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll have to do it.. remember i always had last minute work...&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want it to happen again..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna study hard when the new year starts.. 2008.&lt;br /&gt;and then after which I MUST MAKE SURE THAT I PASS MY N and get on with O's.&lt;br /&gt;which is so hard la.&lt;br /&gt;okay time is running out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name 13 of your friends that you can think of right off the top of your head. (in random order) Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 13 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- Esther&lt;br /&gt;#2- Xiaobai&lt;br /&gt;#3- alvin&lt;br /&gt;#4- Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;#5- Eric&lt;br /&gt;#6- vivian&lt;br /&gt;#7- carol&lt;br /&gt;#8- jiahui&lt;br /&gt;#9- isabel&lt;br /&gt;#10- vincent&lt;br /&gt;#11- dion&lt;br /&gt;#12- Hkb&lt;br /&gt;#13-alicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of school when i was in secondary 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 1 ?&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably carry on being crazy alone only. it's good that i've met esther!who colour my life with madness! love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2  dated?&lt;br /&gt;That's impossible... vivian aready has qk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;br /&gt;cute? no no ... i don't think so. but he's a good friend. not cute but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;I know her from secondary 1... we joined guides together and play games together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 12 ?&lt;br /&gt;oh hell.. why did you ask sucha impossible question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour is 7  to you?&lt;br /&gt;Every colour! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed he/she loves you?&lt;br /&gt;oh... hmm... i don't do lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facts about 9&lt;br /&gt;she's got a beautiful eyes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4  going out with?&lt;br /&gt;she's alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 5  to you?&lt;br /&gt;good friends... we share secrets okay not secrets.. but we talk bout life yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 13 ?&lt;br /&gt;YES! in fact she once lived next to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2  single?&lt;br /&gt;why ask such question... no ... she's singlefree! and loves only japanese guys haha kidding! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;He's a good big brother... it's a shame that we took him for granted.. and took things for granted.&lt;br /&gt;he's gone now. but not in out heart... he'll always be in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about number 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;She's easy to hang around with... and we always have fun together during camps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 11 ?&lt;br /&gt;how do i say ? not like about can? can i say how i think about him... well.. a good friend at times but very very bad at times. always tease me with my bebe shirt. But okay he's kind of handsome. hah but doesn't have a good temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Memory with 7 ?&lt;br /&gt;The time we spend on christmas eve night together... with alvin and the other guys! we had so much fun! and i went home at 2am that was the only time i went home so late! and the cab fare cost me a bomb! but i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;% I hate people who sent me chain mails.&lt;br /&gt;% I love eating candies.. tic tac orange.&lt;br /&gt;% I'm insane.&lt;br /&gt;% I actually love reading novels.&lt;br /&gt;% I love shopping.&lt;br /&gt;% I have a werid taste on guys.&lt;br /&gt;% People often says i'm cheerful and happy.. but they don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things i like most:&lt;br /&gt;% Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;% Reading..&lt;br /&gt;% Musics.&lt;br /&gt;% handsome guys.&lt;br /&gt;% money, now everything in the world needs money.&lt;br /&gt;% Dramas! japanese , taiwan or english..&lt;br /&gt;% shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things i say most:&lt;br /&gt;I say things that i think it's right and they might be hurtful..&lt;br /&gt;but that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;carol&lt;br /&gt;xiaobai&lt;br /&gt;jiahui&lt;br /&gt;isabel&lt;br /&gt;vivian&lt;br /&gt;alicia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1619110551880459926?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1619110551880459926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1619110551880459926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1619110551880459926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1619110551880459926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-thats-fish-leongs-latest-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8019193376405694332</id><published>2007-11-18T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:36:25.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you know... i always though that no one had the same name as me...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;no... my ex school mate friend's friend had the same name as me ..&lt;br /&gt;ROSABELLE  &lt;a href="http://purplishrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://purplishrose.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name: Rosabelle chia&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames: charkueytiao(the first nick name i had from marcus lye),roastedbell,dingdongbel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Birthday: 26 August 1992&lt;br /&gt;4. Place of Birth: Thomson medical hospital&lt;br /&gt;5. Zodiac Sign: Virgo&lt;br /&gt;6. Male or Female: female&lt;br /&gt;7. Education: Secondary 3.&lt;br /&gt;8. School: Rosyth school,Peicai secondary.&lt;br /&gt;9. Occupation: student&lt;br /&gt;10. Residence: Yio chu kang&lt;br /&gt;11. MSN Screen Name: ROSABELLE                     just listen.&lt;br /&gt;12. Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;13. Hair Length: short very short hair!&lt;br /&gt;14. Eye colour: black... i don't mind having a blue or green eye!:)&lt;br /&gt;15. Freckles: none..&lt;br /&gt;16. Height: 159cm. what the hell made me tall for awhile short for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;17. Braces: don't have! too pain to have one!&lt;br /&gt;18. Glasses: yeah... lazy to wear.&lt;br /&gt;19. Piercings: 5. not an ahlian eh! people always say ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tattoos: none.. you must have though that i had a dragon at my back! haha!&lt;br /&gt;21. Righty or Lefty: right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::Your 'Firsts':::::::&lt;br /&gt;22. First best friend: SARAH POH HUIZHEN !!!&lt;br /&gt;23. First Award: NONE! I'M A LOSER.&lt;br /&gt;24. First Sport You Joined: NETBALL!&lt;br /&gt;25. First pet: Parrot! his name is pi pi ! but he's dead now.&lt;br /&gt;26. First Real Vacation: thailand with my grandma..&lt;br /&gt;27. First Concert:During primary 2 or 3 or 4... performing chinese dance.. hah laughallyouwant!&lt;br /&gt;28. First Love: someone? or okay i don't know whether it is love or not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::Favorites:::::::&lt;br /&gt;29. Movie: Spy kids.&lt;br /&gt;30. TV programme: i don't know.. i think all are nice..&lt;br /&gt;31. Colors: black,red,purple,white.&lt;br /&gt;32. Rapper: none.&lt;br /&gt;33. Band: Westlife,arashi,all-american rejects,dashboard confessional,fall out boy.....&lt;br /&gt;34. Song Right Now: where is your boy tonight by fall out boys.&lt;br /&gt;35. Friends: estherneo,catties,xiaobai,isabel,carol....................&lt;br /&gt;36. Sweet: tic tac orange!&lt;br /&gt;37. Sports to Play: soccer,floorball,netball,basketball..&lt;br /&gt;38. Restaurant: Sushi tei!&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite brand: Roxy.&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite Novel:Just listen by sarah dessen and chasing boys!&lt;br /&gt;41. School Subject: BIOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;42. Best Teacher: no teacher particular. i think mr chia is not bad!&lt;br /&gt;43. Book: WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;44. Magazines: japanese,english,chinese..&lt;br /&gt;45. Shoes: flip flop , heels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::Currently::::::&lt;br /&gt;46. Feeling: thirsty&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken or Single: single! taken? we're not a thing! we're human!&lt;br /&gt;48. Have a crush: yes yes alot! saw one handsome and fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;49. Eating: nothing... still thinking of the japanese food!&lt;br /&gt;50. Drinking: Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;51. Typing: on the keyboard uhuh!&lt;br /&gt;52. Scared of?: insects that can fly..&lt;br /&gt;53. Listening To: cat and mouse by the red jumpsuit apparatus.&lt;br /&gt;54. Tomorrow: dying at home...&lt;br /&gt;55. Wanting To: FIND SOME DRAMA TO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;56. Watching: coffee prince(my auntie is actually watching i just happen to see the reflection.)&lt;br /&gt;57. Wearing: an ugly but comfortable shirt! don't wanna wear anything can?hah zz stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::Your Future:::::&lt;br /&gt;58. Want Kids?: it depends!&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to be Married?: yes if i found someone i love until i wanna die. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in Mind: business women! okay la.. i actually wanted to be a air-stewardess!!&lt;br /&gt;61. Where do you want to live: AUSSIE ; PERTH. or france!&lt;br /&gt;62. Car: lambo! HAHA kidding. just a simple BMW or like mini copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::::::Which is Better With The Opposite Sex::::::&lt;br /&gt;63. Hair color: black or gold. okay i love him for who he is not hair !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;64. Hair length: i love different kind la.&lt;br /&gt;65. Eye color:Blue would be good! but .. hmm.. let's see in future.&lt;br /&gt;66. Measurements:  slim,macho !&lt;br /&gt;67. Cute or Sexy: CUTE AND SEXY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;68. Eyes or Lips: EYES~~~&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or Kisses: hugs...&lt;br /&gt;70. Short or Tall: TALL of cause! at least must be taller than me!&lt;br /&gt;71. Easygoing or serious: easygoing and serious at times!&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or Spontaneous: spontaneous and romantic at times!&lt;br /&gt;73. Fatty or Skinny : in the middle! i want macho!&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud : i choose none of the above! besides .. i hate guys who are too loud.&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or Relationship: relationship. hook-up sounds cool but not trustworthy!&lt;br /&gt;76. Sweet or Caring: Caring and sweet.. caring is important... sweet can actually don't.&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble Maker or Hesitant One: hesitant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::::::Have you ever::::::::&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger: no...&lt;br /&gt;79. Had Alcohol: yes.&lt;br /&gt;80. Smoked: NO NO NO NO HOW MANY TIMES I'VE SAY THIS?&lt;br /&gt;81. Ran Away From Home: No, but i might someday..&lt;br /&gt;82. Broken a bone: no..&lt;br /&gt;83. Got an X-ray: yes... it is terrible!&lt;br /&gt;84. Been with someone: could be.&lt;br /&gt;85. Broken Someones Heart: yes..&lt;br /&gt;86. Had Your Heart Broken: yes..&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried When someone died: YES why did this survey had such questions ? RARR&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried At School: yes. laugh all you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::::Do You Believe In:::::::&lt;br /&gt;89. God: so so..&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles: maybe...&lt;br /&gt;91. Love At First sight: yes..&lt;br /&gt;92. Ghosts: YES.&lt;br /&gt;93. Aliens: NO... NOT TILL I SAW ONE!&lt;br /&gt;94. Soulmate: maybe ? if i find one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 4 ppl to repost the 94 questions: people who are reading my blog now! yes you people now now now now now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nights!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8019193376405694332?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8019193376405694332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8019193376405694332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8019193376405694332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8019193376405694332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4164764783487949300</id><published>2007-11-17T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:06:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just here to post for keeping myself from being nuts soon. &lt;br /&gt;really,&lt;br /&gt;just finish clearing my emails..&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE PEOPLE SENDING ME CHAIN MAILS!&lt;br /&gt;please stop wasting time sending me those emails..&lt;br /&gt;chain mails are not welcome!&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily irritated by this kind of mails okay..&lt;br /&gt;like "if you don't pass down to 20 people you'll have bad luck for life"&lt;br /&gt;please don't come and curse me...&lt;br /&gt;though i was stupid enough to believe it at first..&lt;br /&gt;but i wasn't really gonna bother with this kind of mail anymore..&lt;br /&gt;it's just like wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!!!&lt;br /&gt;i misses so many people!&lt;br /&gt;Like my dear esther, xiaobai,priscilla,isabel,carol! desmond! eric! dion! vincent!!&lt;br /&gt;and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know how i feel really though..&lt;br /&gt;staying at home for a week!&lt;br /&gt;IS A CRAZY THING..&lt;br /&gt;but at least i get to go out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;at least?&lt;br /&gt;okay..&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back to edit for updates !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4164764783487949300?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4164764783487949300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4164764783487949300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4164764783487949300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4164764783487949300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-here-to-post-for-keeping-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7760815134024661662</id><published>2007-11-16T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T22:08:53.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Just listen" read finish this book just yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;and starting with another new book!&lt;br /&gt;YES! i really love the plot of the story..&lt;br /&gt;i mean yes it's really cool luh!&lt;br /&gt;i love the charater in the story name "owen armstrong"&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN when i read it..&lt;br /&gt;i'm like having the image of how it describe that charater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i wished my aunties going out tomorrow! yeapp!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with cousins..&lt;br /&gt;KENNYAND FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;okay not despo.&lt;br /&gt;just like need some fun in this period of time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7760815134024661662?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7760815134024661662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7760815134024661662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7760815134024661662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7760815134024661662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-listen-read-finish-this-book-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3381079455372015816</id><published>2007-11-15T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:47:40.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm feeling much better...&lt;br /&gt;after releasing some emotions to priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;Life's not that good either.&lt;br /&gt;what's so good with staying at home.&lt;br /&gt;what's home?&lt;br /&gt;some people couldn't take it about life and about growing up...&lt;br /&gt;thats why alvin left.&lt;br /&gt;i know..&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't take it anymore..&lt;br /&gt;he's just too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staying at home could make you insane.&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i'm going mad soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you never really know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause we never really know each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're just long lost cousins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll never really move on if i carry on like this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just envy of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your sis and all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RARRR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3381079455372015816?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3381079455372015816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3381079455372015816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3381079455372015816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3381079455372015816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-think-im-feeling-much-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2514921621122356437</id><published>2007-11-13T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:27:57.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL..... can't log on to audition!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SERVER UNDER maintenance and the notice says... it'll be okay after 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;so i was like waiting and waiting for like so long!&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted to download this japanese song! "Ikenai Tauyou" BUT RARRR I COULDN'T FIND IT!&lt;br /&gt;Why is my friend all busy?&lt;br /&gt;okay working is understand.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got friends going to underage party!&lt;br /&gt;busy until midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;looking at my cousin's psp!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'm gonna get myself a psp before new year!&lt;br /&gt;PSP :) i need massive shopping!&lt;br /&gt;please vincent , if you see this post PLEASE CALL ME ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;the books are all ready!&lt;br /&gt;brand new hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2514921621122356437?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2514921621122356437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2514921621122356437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2514921621122356437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2514921621122356437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-749804982672161407</id><published>2007-11-12T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess if i say i stayed at home the whole day packing my room...&lt;br /&gt;no one would ever believe it.&lt;br /&gt;but yes... i really did.&lt;br /&gt;even though how lazy i am... i still pack my room..&lt;br /&gt;and it's very neat now!&lt;br /&gt;maybe it only seems neat to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't like sharing room with my auntie...&lt;br /&gt;i would love to stay in school if there's a dorm in school...&lt;br /&gt;cause we could all stay together!&lt;br /&gt;sharing of room....&lt;br /&gt;stories...&lt;br /&gt;all sorts of stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would very much like to go out for some massive shopping.&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;br /&gt;waiting for esther and xiaobai.&lt;br /&gt;yeap!&lt;br /&gt;Life's so boring you know.&lt;br /&gt;i mean..&lt;br /&gt;i very much like it if there's school..&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind going school making mr ong angry.&lt;br /&gt;okay luh.. i'm not that boring.&lt;br /&gt;i though of like something's missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what,but i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzhYRyEaGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6ZxYX4KAbwA/s1600-h/sasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131948837909961362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzhYRyEaGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6ZxYX4KAbwA/s320/sasta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's this? haha! it was actually taken from the gym room..&lt;br /&gt;both was taken during pe lesson...&lt;br /&gt;the right one was taken in 2006&lt;br /&gt;and the left one was just this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't wanna say anything to anyone out there who don't believe that i aren't a smoker.&lt;br /&gt;i've made myself clear.. so many times.&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired aready.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i really hate it when I REPEATED MYSELF SO MANY TIMES .&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T SMOKE.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T SMOKE.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T SMOKE.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NEVER SMOKE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NEVER SMOKE BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;these people are driving me crazy!&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm thinking of what i wasn't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we aren't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably just thinking of something that is so impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that would never happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll try not to think any longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides... one sided love for like this wasn't the right from the start.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not tired.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but just feeling too much . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much whenever i saw you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much to keep in.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much for everyone around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much for myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're merely impossible... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-749804982672161407?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/749804982672161407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=749804982672161407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/749804982672161407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/749804982672161407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-if-i-say-i-stayed-at-home-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzhYRyEaGpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/6ZxYX4KAbwA/s72-c/sasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-7912965211053653955</id><published>2007-11-11T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:59:59.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DEAR TWEETY IS SICK! :( get well soon okay stead! drink more water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bout 10.50 in the morning bath and dressed and all ready.. but then the other guys aren't awake yet . So i decided to play audition! yes! everyone who knows me.. okay okay close to me knows... I'M A NOOB. and i sucks at playing audition. okay maybe not only audition but other games too... but i really don't know why... and i felt so so so damn angry when i miss a step! RARRR like argh *bang on the keyboard* that's probably why my keyboard spoits so easily.. and then went to esther house and meet her and ya ya and all... she fell down just... the day before... the cut is deep luh.. so take care okay! don't keysiao keysiao until you never take care of the cut! anyway... i helped her to bandage.. and it's like cannot make it. i mean the way i wrap it. it's so no standard. sorry luh,i'm not from st john.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went Ps. And then later eric came to meet us! so there's like xiaobai,esther,yixian,zhenwei,eric and lastly myself!&lt;br /&gt;went walk around... for sales!&lt;br /&gt;and eat at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;and then FOOKING DON'T KNOW WHY...&lt;br /&gt;we walk and walk... and suddenly... don't know why i've got the feeling like someone's looking at us... then i turn my head... and i SAW HKB IN BURGER KING. AND I FOOKING WAS LIKE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;As usual right! so random... don't know why... when i saw him.. i've got some sort of mixed feeling.. arrrr! and it's like "OKAY I WANNA GO HOME NOW" that type of feeling.. okay not that i hate him or what.. or maybe i do.. but i don't know.. i totally mixed up the feelings..&lt;br /&gt;and i hate the feeling of this... i don't know why.. no one acutally understand why i've got such feelings.. actually not many of them know.. cause they doesn't even know HKB is who. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can i feel so heavy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's been so many years... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay bout 4 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes 4 years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had a crush on him for like 4 years on and off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OKAY honestly ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though this 4 years , i've got boyfriend BUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry for being unfaithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HKB has always been in my mind or heart should i say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thats why i say i hate this feeling! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;arghh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the worst is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's so easy to notice him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or like to know it's him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whether i'm a sicko or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not sure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i should go to the doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe counselling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how would i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really can't stand the way i feel or my mood is.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's like ARGGHHHHHHHHHHHH~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don't want to feel this way for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's aready the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now's the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we hated each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so let's just hate each other for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but saying is easier than being done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't wanna do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;couldn't think of any other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went newton for dinner and saw my "good" godma and godpa.&lt;br /&gt;hell. i hate her! -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7912965211053653955?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7912965211053653955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7912965211053653955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7912965211053653955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7912965211053653955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-dear-tweety-is-sick-get-well-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6487392856809717792</id><published>2007-11-10T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:54:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today could be like a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;that i was screaming the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to teriza....&lt;br /&gt;especially in the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;Went escape with priscilla,teriza,huehting,and the guys ziquan,baozhen,andy,tatfu,zimeng,brendon,weijie.....&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm lazyto name every single one.&lt;br /&gt;so pardon me!&lt;br /&gt;anyway we pay 16.50 to play from 3 to 7.50. almost closing time.&lt;br /&gt;though today was teriza's chalet but some guys cheated on her and we all got cheated.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun anyway thanks guys..&lt;br /&gt;especially i know that pakcheong and christophere who joined us later were afraid of taking the ride "inverter" but they still manage to take one ride with us! and brendon and ziquan too!&lt;br /&gt;but brendon so cool okay!&lt;br /&gt;don't see him always so gay and like his favourite hobby is to watch porn and his art inspiration came from porn BUT when he play daytona gosh he's so cool! he came in first okay! and the other guys all came in later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And claire we kept like singing songs from GC,simpleplan....when we're waiting to play the last game of the day. "flipper" and the guy is so handsome! he's name is daniel! hah i'm not a sicko... it's on his name tag! and hueh ting, rarrrr don't like me know you crush on who otherwise you'll be dead. you know why? cause huehting shout to him say "this girl likes you" . HELL! i only say he's handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so went home after that... was tired and yes! somewhere near my house... there's a few mango trees.. and there's always bats flying from left to right.. and i was the damn victim. i swear in future if the bat don't go away... you'll see the headline sooner or later on the newspaper "A passerby died , was killed by bats from trees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So reached home and ate and watched tv.. and i found out... every single person will have their own lonely. ya ya ya i don't know what the hell i'm trying to talk about but... it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;And then went kovan bowling to meet up with my aunties.. and this time kenny's not there with us. hell... and i keep throwing the ball into the drain. and i finally saw my cousin's ESTHER. OKAY his girlfriend... my future cousin-in-law. NO NO NO NO ! i don't like this esther ... I ONLY LIKE ESTHER NEO HUI MIN! :) heh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTS! pictures tomorrow okay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6487392856809717792?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6487392856809717792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6487392856809717792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6487392856809717792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6487392856809717792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-could-be-like-crazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7020175914874100883</id><published>2007-11-10T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:50:43.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh! i should really try to wake up early and call catties!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway xiaobai came to my house just now..&lt;br /&gt;we watch the jap hana kimi!&lt;br /&gt;And had dinner at my house and she went home sweet home..&lt;br /&gt;then went to marina south for steamboat...&lt;br /&gt;kinda of bored..&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i found out...  that the lan shop over there had O2jam and conquer!&lt;br /&gt;but it's kinda of noisy .. i mean even when no one was playing... cause those game machines were just beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hell! someone's gonna sleepover at my house tonight.. just right outside my room.. that cheena's son... i swear he's a mama boy.. and he's treating my house like a chalet. &amp;amp; i swear i'm gonna wake up early tomorrow and turn on the television loud! HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;okay gonna go watch nana~ . yes i'm watching nana again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7020175914874100883?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7020175914874100883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7020175914874100883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7020175914874100883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7020175914874100883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosh-i-should-really-try-to-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2168854864107593541</id><published>2007-11-08T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:33:06.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone tell me what to do during this holiday....&lt;br /&gt;It seems so long...&lt;br /&gt;everyday is passing by slowly...&lt;br /&gt;and my friends are all busy...&lt;br /&gt;BUSY DOING WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;WORKING...&lt;br /&gt;YA luh ... like what the...&lt;br /&gt;everyone's working from afternoon to night.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO SO BORING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther don't want me aready :(&lt;br /&gt;she say she's got xiaobai and she don't want me.&lt;br /&gt;hah just kidding right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've got this friend told me to find a boyfriend to keep me accompany.&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;br /&gt;i don't think there's a need.&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend will come if the times right..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think there's a need..&lt;br /&gt;all i need was just fun.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweety~! miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2168854864107593541?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2168854864107593541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2168854864107593541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2168854864107593541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2168854864107593541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/someone-tell-me-what-to-do-during-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2881182920998992852</id><published>2007-11-07T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:01.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people! It's 1am now... and i just watched finish the X family yesterday..... ya ya ya.. i'm a fucking free person now.. everyone went to work and i stayed at home doing nothing but sitting in front of the computer trying to watch as many dramas as i can. i'm just waiting for the lady boss call.. the one who cheat students on job training.. but i guess i won't be working... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And watched the jap drama hana kimi! gosh! the guys in there are so so so so so handsome! why can't singapore guys looks like this? okay xiaobai's coming my house tomorrow! we're gonna continue to watch the drama! esther i'll lend you the disc next time okay! :) heh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yuanting is Pregnent! heeeeh me and xiaobai was thinking of being the baby's godma! cool huh! heee but not so fast yet luh... only 5 months pregnent! anyway congrats~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently watching why why love.. it's nice and i love mike he!! and i'm really very poor thing.. accept that xiaobai haven start work yet luh.. but my friends are all working... even eric.. he's working tomorrow too. work work work ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i miss tweety lots! the last time that we meet up was on the second day of alvin's wake. Remember myself calling her and cry like shit haha .. tweety i miss you lots! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzHzOTseHJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Rh7pqHbJKXQ/s1600-h/handsome!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130148877682220178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzHzOTseHJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Rh7pqHbJKXQ/s320/handsome!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handsome japanese guys! okay... and not forgetting my zheng yuan chang! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzHzbDseHKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5ZDD2MJHoBs/s1600-h/zhengyuanchangggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130149096725552290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzHzbDseHKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5ZDD2MJHoBs/s320/zhengyuanchangggg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm going private soon for my blog.. so people who wanna read my blog please tag my tag board or pm me on msn! nights! &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/7421994113321678017-2881182920998992852?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2881182920998992852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2881182920998992852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2881182920998992852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2881182920998992852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-people-its-1am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzHzOTseHJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Rh7pqHbJKXQ/s72-c/handsome!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-1308956610614471316</id><published>2007-11-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what i had 2 morning call today..&lt;br /&gt;One was from zhenwei and the other one was from Dion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They scared i overslept! but hell i didn't... despite that i slept at 2 yesterday but i woke up at 8 this morning! Of cause must wake up! its alvin's 100 day! very important okay! so get out of bed and bath and prepared to leave house and i couldn't know why my shirt is smelly... i think my maid didn't hang it dry under the sun.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to mac and meet danny,dion,vincent,banheng&amp;amp;owl( i forgot! and that pretty larry came!). And ate breakfast and chat along while waiting for zhenwei,esther,isabel&amp;amp;mingyi to come.. then we took 105 and set off to TPY. And reached the temple and couldn't find eric,bp,yx&amp;amp;peter. So we wait for them and we went to pray for alvin.. but it's like too late.. so we could only pray behind a door.. Sorry, alvin! sorry we came too late! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to esther's house and we walked to my house watched the jap drama hanakimi! I swear the guys in the show is so so so so so handsome! Can i have one of them to be my boyfriend? *drools* okay i'm stupid enough to think of this.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry83TDseHII/AAAAAAAAADc/HuEbxGKRlkI/s1600-h/24-08-07_1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129379301147155586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry83TDseHII/AAAAAAAAADc/HuEbxGKRlkI/s320/24-08-07_1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will you do if i say i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love comes all of a sudden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's when i love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;teach me what is love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1308956610614471316?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1308956610614471316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1308956610614471316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1308956610614471316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1308956610614471316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/guess-what-i-had-2-morning-call-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry83TDseHII/AAAAAAAAADc/HuEbxGKRlkI/s72-c/24-08-07_1637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-6461092086438879509</id><published>2007-11-04T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:02.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ya! sorry i think people might think that my blog is super fucking boring. okay i think so too.. i'll try to take pictures yeah. i actually don't really like photo taking that much now. and life's boring.. a bitch. But i do have alot of outdated pictures that i didn't post them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work today.. again right.. boring life. But i kinda of love my work place and it is quite fun... though i have to always face kids but i think overall... there's no problem about it... and there's this little boy who came up to me the other day telling me that "you all can lower the value ? too expensive leh" so cute right... but gosh if it's your own kids... it's so not cute! *pui*(hah tweety, remember pui pui pui?) working over time today.. for an hour and a half more! BUT FOOKING GOOD JOB THAT HAS GOT NO OT MONEY AND TRAINING HAS GOT NO MONEY. But i love this job... i could do touch up clay painting for the kids.. yeap! and i did them.. today i think i've overcome something... i know why... i'm not afraid of art.. i'm just acting of being protected. i should wake up now! And i could just practice for my N level art exam! After work took train down to town to find mom... and brought my 2008 yearbook.. i'll update all the birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... i'm just thinking of how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;remember we used to talk alot...&lt;br /&gt;on the phone..&lt;br /&gt;online..&lt;br /&gt;and at the lower point of my life...&lt;br /&gt;you used to be there for me always..&lt;br /&gt;but not now..&lt;br /&gt;you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i just sent tan yew lee a message..&lt;br /&gt;"Can i ask you, are we still friends like before?"&lt;br /&gt;and the reply was"Err.yes?"&lt;br /&gt;Then i sent back...&lt;br /&gt;"Really... Did you block me online ?I'm sorry.... i do not know why ... i needed you there.."&lt;br /&gt;And he reply as easy as&lt;br /&gt;"Ya."&lt;br /&gt;Now someone tell me... what's this ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i hurt you before.&lt;br /&gt;but i know...&lt;br /&gt;You might think i sound so fake.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry i wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ISIT THAT I'M ALWAYS PLAYED BY PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I DIDN'T DO IT IN A MEAN WAY.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T .&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T WANNA HURT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I TOLD YOU I WASN'T A NICE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU FOOKING DON'T UNDERSTAND?&lt;br /&gt;BOYS SHALL BE BOYS..&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALRIGHT ...&lt;br /&gt;I CAN NEVER BE SO FRIENDLY TOWARDS YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. gonna turn in soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry4HyjseHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1L1W0rb19Is/s1600-h/alvinandus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129045590778190962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry4HyjseHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1L1W0rb19Is/s320/alvinandus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin and us! hoho! we're shaking him to wake up.. but he won't anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6461092086438879509?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6461092086438879509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6461092086438879509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6461092086438879509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6461092086438879509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey-ya-sorry-i-think-people-might-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Ry4HyjseHHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1L1W0rb19Is/s72-c/alvinandus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-1206993887318096237</id><published>2007-11-03T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T02:26:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly wanted to nudge him online and tells him the crush.&lt;br /&gt;but... i didn't. i'm coward... anything.. i didn't dare to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it'll be so no alright after this when we met.&lt;br /&gt;Just let this be something like a puppy love(primary school crush).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my first day of work. kinda of like trail? i don't know... auntie called to ask me go for tomorrow's shift. 4 to 6 and i don't know whether this is like a trail or what.. anyway today me and pearlynn work together... it was fun! we chitchat when we're not busy.. but when we're busy we could really like work non-stop.. my second piece of ovening is much better then the first piece.. and the girl's face was like showing damn pek chek.. cause i actually made the whole piece cracked.... and esther and eugene came to visit me.. hoho.. cool uh! and eugene's friend.. my damn cousin's classmate. Then went meet xiaobai and went linner... and HAOJIE! I HEAR HAOJIE VOICE ON THE PHONE SAYING HELLO TO ME :)!! HAPPYY THANK YOU DION! WE LOVES YOU FOR DOING THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And zhengming's there in linner.. don't know why he's there but i wasn't affected or what but i kicked his chair and i wasn't on purpose... and xiaobai and esther came my house and we watched japanese drama! awww~ that guy is so handsome that's what we say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why...&lt;br /&gt;tan yew lee..&lt;br /&gt;i needed you here right now.&lt;br /&gt;you're always the one listening to me right in the middle of the night nagging....&lt;br /&gt;and i can complain so much .&lt;br /&gt;i'll never open up to anyone anymore..&lt;br /&gt;my dad wants know how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;so i sat there talking bout how i feel and what's on my mind for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;then he thinks i'm like throwing knife into his heart.&lt;br /&gt;i know people always think so..&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't really say the truth always.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm afraid that they'll say i start throwing knife at their heart.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be myself.&lt;br /&gt;i though i say things out i'll feel better indeed.&lt;br /&gt;but it's never gonna be it.&lt;br /&gt;i told my dad to extend my curfews a little later like come home before 10.&lt;br /&gt;and i told him...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to spend more time with my friends outside.&lt;br /&gt;and i know...&lt;br /&gt;i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't wanna repeat mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna regret again for any other people.&lt;br /&gt;and i told my dad....&lt;br /&gt;i went to alvin's funeral and i didn't inform him.&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't want him to say no and i can't go.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna go .&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna do things that i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna do things that i think i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;dad says i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;i am selfish,do things in a rush manner.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like , i don't do.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i so hope alvin's here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我 寒夜裡看雪飄過&lt;br /&gt;懷著冷卻了的心窩飄遠方&lt;br /&gt;風雨裡追趕 霧裡分不清影蹤&lt;br /&gt;天空海闊 你與我 可會變 (誰沒在變)&lt;br /&gt;多少次 迎著冷眼與嘲笑&lt;br /&gt;從沒有放棄過心中的理想&lt;br /&gt;一剎那恍惚 若有所失的感覺&lt;br /&gt;不知不覺已變淡 心裡愛 (誰明白我)&lt;br /&gt;原諒我這一生不羈放縱愛自由&lt;br /&gt;也會怕有一天會跌倒 背棄了理想&lt;br /&gt;誰人都可以 那會怕有一天只你共我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仍然自由自我 永遠高唱我歌 走遍千里&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-1206993887318096237?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/1206993887318096237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=1206993887318096237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1206993887318096237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/1206993887318096237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suddenly-wanted-to-nudge-him-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7163856931587638429</id><published>2007-11-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T23:24:32.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gosh i'm a damn good student! i skipped school again today... firstly woke up in the morning prepared and ready to go to school... sms isabel... and esther and her aren't going to school.. so i decided to return back to bed and sleep. There goes my promise to myself. But it doesn't really matter anyway.. going to school or not... it won't really know my exists. And perheps... it'll only help me in a better way..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow! i'm starting my training! damnn goood boss... I'm starting at 11amto12am. so i think i'll got at 11am one... why.. cause if i go early i can go home early and don't have to face the boss. And i'm ending only at 3pm. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我的妈啊。。。。明天就要去training。看看那老板。。 真不想去啊。。。可是我在家没东西做啊。。。 听说。。 training is by that boss... and she talks very fast.. okay.. enough..  wanna go find me ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay enough... have been watching zhong ji yi jia thats why i'm like typing in chinese hah . nights.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7163856931587638429?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7163856931587638429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7163856931587638429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7163856931587638429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7163856931587638429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/gosh-im-damn-good-student-i-skipped.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5597564190786041481</id><published>2007-11-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:26:43.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you claire! she helped me a big favour in my blogskin..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it looks so much better now, but she say there's still a bit of error! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway woke up today and went to bed again..  well.. cause of the phone call yesterday... we bitch on the phone and i totally forget what time to sleep.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well , i must say i didn't went to school today.. sorry isabel! sorry for lying to you... i lied to her that i've got no keys to get outta of the house... cause i was basically too lazy to go to school. And i swear swear swear that i'll go to school tomorrow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway stayed at home today and watched the movie "The sisterhood of the traveling pants"  it's a nice movie... i don't know why ... i always find somethings in some movies actually really act out how i feel and how should i do and all things like that in my daily life.. Like the movie that yew lee intro to me "Bridge to the Terabithia" and i watch it only when a few days after alvin had passed away... and i still couldn't accept the fact and i watch it... then... i really really... then hear what yew lee told me...  and accept the fact that he's really gone.. but still sometimes.. i don't wanna accept it. Alvin, guess you won't see this but.. a few more days and it'll be your 100th day,that you've left us.. but we're always here missing you in our heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay went lan shop just now! And saw people whom i haven seen for some days... like desmond,dion,and mei nue!  Nights! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5597564190786041481?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5597564190786041481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5597564190786041481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5597564190786041481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5597564190786041481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/11/thank-you-claire-she-helped-me-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4203778154566317827</id><published>2007-10-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:43:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;elloo people! it's 1:33am now.. i'm suppose to get into bed cause i'm gonna go school tomorrow! no skipping of school tomorrow! BUT i'm busy bitching on the phone with stasta,boonpin &amp;amp; eric. We're trying to you know tease each other. And talking about our beautiful friend ,LARRY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOSH , i shouldn't stay at home always... cause i'm like stucked in front of the com and i get into bed for afternoon nap... i really need to bang myself.... i shouldn't sleep in the afternoon.. boring~  I'm like living my life meaningless.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know, that the truth is hard . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just trying to live by hiding the truth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goodnight i think i should get some sleep... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4203778154566317827?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4203778154566317827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4203778154566317827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4203778154566317827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4203778154566317827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/elloo-people-its-133am-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2387317808807611578</id><published>2007-10-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:04:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Supp lesson today.. on geo.. due to something that happen yesterday... chat with esther on the phone till quite late and the lazy person,me... Decided to skip sup lesson today.. and sup lesson is a combine class today! FOOK i missed it... i should have go for it! ARGHH ... okay.. anyway went ktv just now and then went for job interview.. ladyboss ask me to report on this sat for training! and it is 11am till bout 3 .... EARLY SHIFT.. THANKS TO MY THANKS GOD DAD.  fooking angry... didn't talk really much with him today.. i was like all the while avoiding him.. as you see... we've reached the stage that... nothing between us can be settle in his way anymore... I'M AREADY FIFTEEN AND I'M A GIRL. AND MY FUTURE IS MINE.. I DECIDED WHAT I WANNA DO IN FUTURE NOT YOU DAD!  SO STOP TRYING TO LIKE GIVING ME PRESSURE AGAIN AND AGAIN.. I'VE AREADY TRIED MY BEST IN MY STUDIES. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2387317808807611578?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2387317808807611578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2387317808807611578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2387317808807611578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2387317808807611578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/supp-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2257634075130515990</id><published>2007-10-29T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:07:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Was late for art sup lesson today.. but it's okay.. anyway we actually went to school not for sup lesson.. we were like slacking. But we did some photo taking for research on N level questions... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went home after sup lesson. And i just quarrel with my dad yet again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think there's a communication problem here... i don't see what's wrong with me.. accept the fact that my dad thinks i don't work hard enough at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay i think i really didn't work hard enough.. but i tired my best. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand why my dad can't let me do things that i wanna do..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like hello.. i'm not gonna go outside and hang out or smoke or do anything harmful... and i'll be back home right after work.. and it's about 10 plus... why can't? And i just scream for me rights ... afterall.. though i'm his daughter.. but i'm also a human... and i'm still a teenager.. yes i know it's dangerous.. but it's not like midnight or whatsoever... but i'm young and stupid... i need to go out and know what's happening outside and at least i know how to manage in future or like at least i know what is wrong and what is right. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you people will also say.. your dad do this for your own good.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i seriously hate this for my own good dad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay not hate him but i hate the way his mind works..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't understand why he say don't compare him with other dads and he compare me with other people's primary school kid and who knows when they'll turn bad like my cousin(JOEY CHIA)-okay i'm not like insulting her or what... but just saying the fact that she's turning to be proud and ah lian (i hate her eyes , which go round and stare at me, like i owe her 1 million.) *JUST in case.. any of my fellow good kind hearted cousin who happen to passby my blog... oh.. just go ahead and ask your mom to call my mom and complain... Complains are welcomed,but evidence needed.. do print this page and sent it to my house*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, i wonder sometime... isit that my uncle cast a blackmagic on my dad? that makes him think this way .... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i just found out today... P is under advance ! gosh! better turn up everyday okay! well... i'm talking to like the wall .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to interview tomorrow~ good luck to me... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanna work together with isabel! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2257634075130515990?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2257634075130515990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2257634075130515990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2257634075130515990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2257634075130515990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/was-late-for-art-sup-lesson-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5578275807840343622</id><published>2007-10-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:12:49.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was a tiring day... Went to eat dinner at town;swensens to celebrate my auntie's birthday.. and went bowling.. with kenny and my cousins... was actually fun. It's been long since we played bowling together... And i've got to same points as kenny.. so well.. he isn't that smart! hah! so am i... every round that we played , my cousins says i have the tyco skills.. actually i didn't... anyway thanks to kenny and all... we played till 3 and went straight home and died on the bed. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had dinner at sushi tel just now... it's just the starting of holiday only and i'm like eating massive every meal.. alright... there's school tomorrow! good night!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5578275807840343622?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5578275807840343622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5578275807840343622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5578275807840343622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5578275807840343622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterday-was-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6489394015345735241</id><published>2007-10-26T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:59:41.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mr ong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;still owe us our class photo.. and we got back our report book today. And i was promoted to secondary 4B next year. Good for me... but i still don't do well... i'll need to have tuition soon. while for people who didn't don't feel bad... you might play too much.. so do your very best next year... (okay, i don't really know how to console people) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YA YA YA .... what bullshit is this... you call this the last day of school and we still need to go back school next week for sup lesson. And there you call this a holiday ? with holiday assignment to do ! Social studies,Geography Elective,Emaths,English,Chemistry/biology,Art&amp;amp;chinese. 9 task to do ! gosh!! help~ And sup lesson from 29 october to 6 of november! which is like 1 week! 7 days! 32 hours spending in school.. wearing school uniform.. and teacher threaten us that... if we didn't go... we'll be demoted. Meaning if i'm suppose to be promoted ... i'll be retained. BOOO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i need tuition lesson now... really.. i think i'll ask jiajing and jiachiu whether they wanna go tuition together... or i'll go tuition alone... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently chatting with ziquan on msn... gosh you know he sound so so not like him on msn... compare to the way he talk in class it's so different! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway! we walked to the holding school today... and It's big but old super old! luckily we have no more camp... i pity those sec 1 next year and sec 2 next year... cause they'll have camp in school.. oh scarryy~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finished blogging! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And alvin, i didn't disappoint you but i didn't do well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6489394015345735241?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6489394015345735241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6489394015345735241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6489394015345735241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6489394015345735241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-of-school-not.html' title='Last day of school not?'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8811030373044947548</id><published>2007-10-25T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:29:02.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever wonder where do people go when they die? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh rubbish don't tell me heaven or hell..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well... some people say that they are in the stars.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i don't think so.. if you're dead and your in the stars ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and one day there are so many people dying ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i don't see there's many stars ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i only see afew.. and according to the scientist they say that stars are just reflections from the sun or moon..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i wonder where did alvin went?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow... we'll feel he's around here at times... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but it's hard to say... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom says... people who has gone to the other world would forget what they did or everything they know here and have a fresh new memory over at the other world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So the only way to find out ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is wait till you're dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh.... maybe alvin.. you'll tell me tonight in my dreams?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright... esther came my house just now.. and she didn't went to school today! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway we are still watching "The Island" from ms sae... gosh tomorrow's last day of school.. Anyway esther came my house and we did stupid things... we played with web cam... and QINGYANG!!! HE TOOK SCREEN SHOT . LIKE ARGHHH.. okay but i guess it didn't have me? cause qingyang is bias!! he hates me! anyway zhenwei's com is super lagg .Anyway esther get a chance to see the cac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usians who lived opposite my house and he's so cute! okay.. enough.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 11.48pm.. about 12 soon... and i'm now... going through friendster... i'm at alvin's profile.. well looking at the testi that we sent to alvin in the past... Esther used to be my "stepmother" then came priscilla be my mother. well.. and then esther says she love xiaolong more.. and i wrote a testi to alvin telling him that esther is wearing a green cap for him... and all .. HAHA read this &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 08/12/2006 10:46&lt;br /&gt;heh heh laobei arh .. you not bad uhh loleverytime ask people go your house play mahjong ?mahjong so fun mehs ? later people call police uhh then now not new year yet lehs if new year you play for 24 hour nobody would wanna call the police luhh SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sounds so funny luh! but it's good to have a memory flash back! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 17/12/2006 05:13&lt;br /&gt;lol nevermind lah anyway just stay life to the fullest and don't worry be happy ... can aready what ! lolif tml's the last day of my life i'll just treasure the day heh lolSASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 15/12/2006 09:16&lt;br /&gt;aiya .. i so short of love ..you shower me with your father love can liao LOL SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 15/12/2006 07:26&lt;br /&gt;erm ..i don't really miss the dustbin i miss _________ LOLactually i also don't know who to miss ...or maybe to love SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 17/12/2006 08:39&lt;br /&gt;lol not bad mah but i don't wanna die yet i haven met my prince charming yet =) lol later prince turns out to be a bastard =)0SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 20/12/2006 10:37&lt;br /&gt;see lor .. hope that the prince not begger or what heh lol high expetations right ? no lor lol SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 02/01/2007 02:04&lt;br /&gt;erm ,firstly sorry for not going for your birthday celebrations i can't really go out anyway hope you enjoy lah and happy birthday ohh ya ... your birthday aren't here yet but just wish you a happy birthday lah take care SASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just found out ! i did say happy birthday to him!! oh gosh! sorry alvin! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/9186162"&gt;SASA&lt;/a&gt;Posted 29/04/2007 08:24&lt;br /&gt;hey ... how you ? heard you're out aready ... do take care ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was the last testi i sent to him... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me see those replies from him...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well people may think that i'm sick but i'm not... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm just afraid that i'll forget every since bits of memory..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i've got short term memory...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 22/06/2006 13:01&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha cannot la i dun lik 2 c girl cry de ha ha n she is ur mother ma ha ha i ask her choose mi n xiao long either 1 liao ha ha relax i am looking for ur real mother 2 appear ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 05/12/2006 08:58&lt;br /&gt;hey daughter longtime no c dun forget mi this father hor lol how is life going ??? take care c u soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 07/12/2006 03:03&lt;br /&gt;wa lao lik tat say mi hor lol where will forget u rosabelle sia haha kk take care la lol smile more kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 08/12/2006 10:22&lt;br /&gt;haha i of cause treat u as my daughter la haha where will forget de ?? u will forget mi meh ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 09/12/2006 04:43&lt;br /&gt;haha lol no la we lik mahjong ma so play it lo not i ask them come de is they willingly hor lol of cause gd la if not how can got so many daughters rite haha take careyong=chuan ave3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 14/12/2006 12:02&lt;br /&gt;haha u miss rubbish bin rite cal mi tat i will put u inside haha jkjk lol take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 15/12/2006 07:52&lt;br /&gt;hahah lol yupp than dun call mi tat lo no more dusbin liao haha u dunno than go find out l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 17/12/2006 08:08&lt;br /&gt;choi siao ah so fast last day meh u shoould send mi away first not bai fa ren song hei fa ren haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 16/12/2006 12:09&lt;br /&gt;haha not ehough meh haha sure confirm will give de lol say liao cute rosabelle sia hehe c ya soontakecare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 19/12/2006 07:51&lt;br /&gt;haha lol prince charming ?? tat will b my son haha lol sure will de la n u wont die so early de dun worry la wan die is also mi first ma haha takecare kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 22/12/2006 23:36&lt;br /&gt;haha yupp but sometimes wat is not urs u gotta make it urs tats challenge lol all e best takecare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/19644593"&gt;alvin&lt;/a&gt;Posted 21/12/2006 23:32&lt;br /&gt;wont de la the most is e frog than u kiss it than become ur prince charming liao le lo haha will find de la dun worry ok la not so high 2 can de la haha jia you jia you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think thats probably the last testi i receive from him... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sigh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you alvin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8811030373044947548?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8811030373044947548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8811030373044947548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8811030373044947548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8811030373044947548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/have-you-ever-wonder.html' title='have you ever wonder?'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3540364171670537099</id><published>2007-10-24T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:02.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 days of moderation day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I must say..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm like on holiday mood now. I'm currently searching for jobs now.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think i'll try and ask whether there will be any? fifteen is a tedious age to look for jobs... like for retail... It's hard to find one at anywhere... cause they would only employ people from 16 and above.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway today and yesterday didn't had school as it is moderation day... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well... we'll just hope that everyone would pass and be promoted to secondary 4N Or 4E.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm just missing aussie now. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/Rx814OLmKTI/AAAAAAAAADA/KDFLrz3Rkl8/s1600-h/341689215l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see how wonderful the beach is... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3540364171670537099?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3540364171670537099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3540364171670537099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3540364171670537099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3540364171670537099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-days-of-moderation-day.html' title='2 days of moderation day.'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4888147243601188433</id><published>2007-10-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:26:25.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPPY ! GOOD NEWS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;OH YEAH .. I CAN'T SLEEP NOW IF I DON'T POST! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO HAPPY... IT'S BETTER THEN STRIKING TOTO OR 4D OKAY... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU MAY SAY I'M BAD/EVIL ... YOU NAME IT! BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ONE WHO BACKSTAB ME... MY COUSIN JASLINE IS MOVING OUTT!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY YAY YAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BET SHE DON'T HAVE THE FACE TO FACE ME.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO.. ANYWAY ... SHE DOESN'T STAY HERE... SO I THINK IT'S BEST THAT SHE MOVE BACK TO HER HOUSE.. AND STOP BEING A BUSYBODY. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4888147243601188433?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4888147243601188433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4888147243601188433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4888147243601188433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4888147243601188433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/happpy-good-news.html' title='HAPPPY ! GOOD NEWS!'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5428034045681085041</id><published>2007-10-22T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:09:01.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ruin day thanks to them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I really don't understand.. i mean what's wrong with going to church when you're not a chirstian. I mean... i go there to learn something about life right.. as in.. the pastor teaches us something which we need to know in life. Maybe not now... but in future? Or when times you're down... it helps you understand better or let it go. I mean being in the religion of buddhism , I , was like didn't really like gave my whole heart or what... and my family has got this old fashion rule... everyone in the family must be a buddhism. Indeed, i mean.. i didn't really know what's a church when i was young... even in primary school... cause my family;my dad doesn't wants me to know more about christian. So i'm like don't know what it is... but now... i'm aready a grown up.. okay maybe not so old or mature.. but i do somehow understand what is religion. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why i'm like posting this makes you wonder why... well.. i quarreled with my dad again .. Thanks to my cousin jasline and her mother. Hell... she did went to church and she backstab me. I don't understand why.. and her mother, my auntie. yeap... i hate her too.. i mean .. she's always the one adding more spice to the soup.  And my crazy dad was so so so innocent. okay... like whatever someone says something about me . He'll just believe it. And i've got so many GOOD AND CONCERNING family members. thank you thank you! i wanna thanks them for backstabbing me. Like there was a time... my godmother called my mom... telling her that i'm smoking at xinmin(does it spell like that?) road... Hell.... i don't even know where it was... and i don't smoke. Luckily my mom got my maid to bring for me jacket when i was studying at macdonald with jearld and all.. Of cause my mom don't believe her.. So sad.. please luh stop being such a bitch and go round like trying to lie to my mom that i smoke? oh.. and saying that i tied my hair up? i've got a short hair and i couldn't even tied them up... You then call yourself my godmother? zzz and worst still you even forgot my birthday.. and my godbro , the 3 of them even forgot. i'm not saying like i want a present or what.. i mean if they'll just ring me up and say happybirthday or sent me a testi in friendster i would also be happy. but no.. nothing.... But only when she called my mother to complain.. then she gave me and angbao.. and i don't want the ang bao.. it's like a "dirty" money. And now..  today... it's about this auntie... she's my dad's sister.. my big auntie. And she told my dad i went church.. and added spice in too.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally my mom is back! Otherwise i'll continue be a nobody. And i hate it when they say i've got parents who dote on me so much that ANYTHING THAT I WANT THEY'LL BUY FOR ME.  Hell.. they call themselves my family. no... i don't get what i want easily... for my dad to buy me something i need to beg and beg and beg for very long... and i'm still begging him for a laptop.. but i guess.. i'll get it myself in future. And my mom, she only will buy me something when it's spoilt or like when she strike 4D. And if really to choose who to go with when my parent divorce.. i'll go with my mom. Cause i do miss my mom only. As in i don't really miss my dad. And my mom will like always be there..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway school today was kinda of bored. And yes... there's no school tomorrow and wednesday for the morderation day.. Anyway.. we wrote letters to mrs feng.. she's gonna retire.. happy retirement! okay nights :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5428034045681085041?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5428034045681085041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5428034045681085041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5428034045681085041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5428034045681085041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/ruin-day-thanks-to-them.html' title='ruin day thanks to them.'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6919079085749641333</id><published>2007-10-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:39:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday... more to come ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today is a tired sunday. Well... cause yesterday went shopping and went home late bout nine plus? yeap.. and today... jiajing called me at 10am in the morning! WAKE UP CALL! yeap... all my friends know my pattern.. i'm a lazy person who loves sleeping eating and nothing would stop me from scolding people who called me early in the morning disturbing me from my sleep. BUT... i didn't scold jiajing for calling me okay! in fact not anymore! IN the past i did... poor catties... she got scolded by me and i hang her phone. Then she was like very angry with me... hee.. then i stop my habit like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay so we went Church today... We went FCBC... jiajing have been asking esther and me to go to her church so... okay just go and see how it was like... well... in my own opinion.. i think CHC is better... no offence luh but... i still prefer going CHC then FCBC. I prefer Pastor kong hee ! And CHC 's staff don't have to like wear those funny uniform. ( no offence okay) but really.. okay whatever it is... it's whether you believe it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So while the pastor was like talking we were playing.. cause the topic was really boring.. it's about career... sorry.. i'm more concern about my education now rather than my career. And some guys behind were sleeping..zzz anyway there's this damn guy.. he though i flarted.. but no... it was the friction inbetween my jeans and the chair! okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So went shopping at tampines mall... didn't brought any stuff as i've got no money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's O level ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And i wanna say.... Tan yew lee! all the best and score well , i know you'll say don't wish me all the best or good luck cause you're looking down on me. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And i wanna wish The St Andrew's guys ( jon, jiayi, piruru,Kiwi...) and Limin and all ... all the best for you O level! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours time... my mom is coming back!! yippeee! okay i don't miss dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6919079085749641333?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6919079085749641333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6919079085749641333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6919079085749641333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6919079085749641333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/sunday-more-to-come.html' title='Sunday... more to come ?'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3640580926389262166</id><published>2007-10-21T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:54:34.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A shopping saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Till today&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;then i know... you didn't forget me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In fact , you might be trying your best to forget me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway... i'm happy that you still do remember to sms me Mr tan Yewlee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well.... he is once part of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kinda of? well.... i could say i did like him before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he's the one who's always there for me when i'm down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And... the one who taught me things that i didn't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well well well... it's really good to keep in contact with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even though we quarrel almost like always....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but at least we enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till then one day... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you talk to me on msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we chat almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even now.. logging in.. and you aren't on my contact list makes me feel uneasy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had shopping today... brought like 2 teeshirts and i brought a Taiwan noodle! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still need my massive shopping! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway sorry to people like carol,vivian and all... for like running away and without saying anything. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i wanna thanks rodney and esther and all for telling me not to give up! thanks :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At least i know... i'm not the only one here... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate the feeling of emptiness... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate it when i feel so empty.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It makes me feel like i'm nothing or a nobody in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well... i do not know how to tell my dad about my results..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really... sometimes i do hate my dad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he always thinks that it's so easy for his daughter to get high marks and pass with flying colours.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he always compare with me to the other cousins...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and when i compare my friend's dad with him...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he would say don't compare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't understand what these adults are trying to drive about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they think that they are right and they have the rights.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss my mom :( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3640580926389262166?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3640580926389262166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3640580926389262166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3640580926389262166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3640580926389262166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-saturday.html' title='A shopping saturday.'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5396663345842959612</id><published>2007-10-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:59:42.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is not sucess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear alvin, i failed to do what i'm suppose to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i found that failure is not the mother of sucess anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alvin, i'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm fucking disappointed with myself..This maybe nothing to other people,but to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's very serious. I though that i would pass... well naive damn naive... i know i may be too exaggerating here... but no.. i hate failing.. Right after the falling rain... there's no rainbow... waiting for you is like waiting for the stars to fall... long and meaningless... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I do believe that running in the rain makes you feel better... okay so if you can't slash your arm with a penknife. you could run in the rain, walk in the rain or standing there to make yourself shiver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thats what i kept my promise to alvin.. well.. really.... i ask myself why i fail? why couldn't i pass? if i were to pass... i'll feel much better now. but no... i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;42% out of 100% . failed like ARGHHHHHH I need english then i can be safely promoted to sec 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BUT NO FOOL, i failed I FAIL MY ENGLISH. AND THEN THAT MAKES ME A NOTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry for being so emo today for like 2 times in a row.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for avoiding me.. at least now i know what i'm suppose to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's alright.. everyone had their own choice. i'll forget you. this i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am i thinking of you when i'm not suppose to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't worry... i'm not a stalker.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alvin,i'm sorry i've let you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have done better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shouldn't fool around and play around .. didn't do my work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh ya i'm thinking of going OBS. It sounds fun... but yeah got to ask my parents .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5396663345842959612?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5396663345842959612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5396663345842959612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5396663345842959612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5396663345842959612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/failure-is-not-sucess.html' title='Failure is not sucess.'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8537524557283118064</id><published>2007-10-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:43:56.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blog's up!</title><content type='html'>okay finally my blog's done... thanks to rodney :) oh gosh.. i sucks at blogskins now.. well.. i'm really a lazy person...  anyway... peter(shi jie) just told me... tomorrow is alvin's 100 day. well... it happens so fast.. should be say time passes so fast... alvin just gone like that. nobody knows what's on his mind.. And well.. as we can see... 2007 is coming to an end. It's the saddest year of everyone's life. Of cause many things happen during this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i wasn't very happy on my birthday. It reminds me of alvin and all... okay, actually almost everything that i did or we did together really reminds us of him. Like the christmas eve night on 2006 , my birthday , 2006 countdown.. nobody really know what's gonna happen next. Alvin, it's hard to put you down. We've always disappoint you. And we aren't grateful at all and till the very end then we started regreting... and feeling guilty. What's the point right? whats the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though that our bonds would be stronger as you've left us here without you. But i'm so wrong.. everyone went in different separate ways now. Who cares now... i'm really tired of feeling disappointed with them as friends. Okay they don't really mean friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislikes having friends like XX. Just because he's sad and he's thinking of alvin. Alright.. who's not sad ? And i want you to know XX , i don't own you a living.  You don't have to show your attutide at me. You might be quarreling with your girlfriend or whoever.. but i don't care. you're not the boss , so stop playing the role as a boss. get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, getting back english paper tomorrow! wish me good luck! and everyone ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8537524557283118064?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8537524557283118064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8537524557283118064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8537524557283118064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8537524557283118064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-blogs-up.html' title='Finally blog&apos;s up!'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-151404878114182335</id><published>2007-10-17T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:31:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the dream alvin:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday dion!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're younger than me hoho! loser!&lt;br /&gt;anyway people! i changed my blog to blogspot for easy reading for people... oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;today's the last paper of EOY... i scare i retain... i don't know whether i could be promoted anot... anyway i dreamt of alvin today! it's like a funny dream... he asked and count how many wanna play mahjong and count like 13 of us... and i felt like alvin's angry with me.. okay anyway alvin thanks for that dream :) good night people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-151404878114182335?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/151404878114182335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=151404878114182335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/151404878114182335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/151404878114182335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-for-dream-alvin.html' title='Thanks for the dream alvin:)'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6748674569762196579</id><published>2007-09-28T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:11:51.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esther hwee min didn't come to school... she ate too much crab..  and had a stomach ache i think... anyway... we played floor ball today.. it's fun! hee.. anyway EOY is so so near... GOSH.. vivian.. is not that i don't want your birthday to come... it's actually the day after your birthday... i'll be killing myself soon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid CCS, damn you for making me so loss those days... BOOO...  i don't understand why... i say i hate you... but when i saw you or like close to you my heart beat suddenly beating fast... you sucks. i totally don't like this feeling... and i hate my heart for melting for you . I HATE IT.  I HATE THE FEELING OF BEING IN LOVE.... I'LL RATHER HAD AN IDOL , AND FOLLOW HAOJIE WHERE HE GOES... AND WISHING HIM ALL THE BEST BEHIND. (i'm not sick lah) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RARRRRRRRRRRR I HATE THOSE GUYS ... RARRRRRRR SUCKSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X10000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6748674569762196579?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6748674569762196579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6748674569762196579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6748674569762196579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6748674569762196579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/esther-hwee-min-didnt-come-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6280344867432390647</id><published>2007-09-27T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:10:13.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn dulan today.... cause i was counted as late? i don't care really... oh please our school is just too good... even if it's raining and you're late.. means your late.. BULLSHIT. "wonderful school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so yeap... so angry with george... when i was buying my noodles.. he throw chill into my noodles... which i don't like. cause i wanna drink the soupppppppp. okay anyway we've got our N level art question paper... rawr... stress .  okayokay... vivian got me that someone's number... and i picked up my courage okay! i sms him... well.. i think let's just treat it as friends yeap. friends....  okay gonna go off to study for maths ! there will be maths mock exam! gosh... all the best vivian choo shi hwee..  hee.. amd esther neo hwee min. and isabel sim jia leng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope we'll all pass! and my family could settle down soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6280344867432390647?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6280344867432390647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6280344867432390647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6280344867432390647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6280344867432390647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-dulan-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5363179234357809902</id><published>2007-09-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:09:01.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think i'm gonna be a cry baby sooner or later. i don't wanna become like this please :(&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.... just now i went out with my family for dinner with cousins and all... and my uncle was like he scold no one... accept me... i mean not really scold la... like somehow boo me... then i felt like crying  like wtf.. i'm becoming a cry baby soon... and maths ... yes... i'm so lost in maths... i failed so badly... i scored bout 14/80. yes boo... boo myself. i hate this. i hate myself. why can't i start mugging seriously... and don't slack around. like i'm sucha a failure.... boooo ... x10000000000.&lt;br /&gt;okay after school had extra lesson for geo... and peter came to my class... well.. you can say i'm happy yes.. but i'm feeling like kinda of sad. or dissappointed i must say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5363179234357809902?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5363179234357809902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5363179234357809902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5363179234357809902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5363179234357809902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/think-im-gonna-be-cry-baby-sooner-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5502249779467576384</id><published>2007-09-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:08:03.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what happen to my usual self today.... i cried today and was calling alvin~alvin~  i rely too much on alvin.... well.. it's like everything i had pressure or whatsoever... i'll think of alvin. I saw him online today... but didn't talk to him. cause i didn't want to. i mean okay mix feelings... i don't know what to say.. i guess tomorrow would be another better day..... went celebrate mooncake festival today...  thanks to tatfu... we got screen.. cause he threw the lighter into the fire.. arghh! OKAY . and i though andy tan is peter from far(i've got bad eye sight at night) but it wasn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night vivian....&lt;br /&gt;night alvin.&lt;br /&gt;night esther...&lt;br /&gt;night CCS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5502249779467576384?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5502249779467576384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5502249779467576384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5502249779467576384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5502249779467576384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-know-what-happen-to-my-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6748923636284984298</id><published>2007-09-24T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:06:46.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm like having PMS... my periods are here finally... monday blues.. well.... he saw me today. but i don't know.. i don't know how to say... it's like&lt;br /&gt;okay i guess i should stop blogging about him.... i'll try to... well... today was a busy day... but even though how busy i was.... i was still thinking of him... like argh... get out get out.... i don't know what to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin, i wish you were here for me...&lt;br /&gt;i think i should really get out from my dreams and really get into study...&lt;br /&gt;i need my motivation back...&lt;br /&gt;and my ownself back.&lt;br /&gt;gosh... why couldn't i start feeling this way after exams ?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suppose to like him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suppose to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suppose to think of him...&lt;br /&gt;gosh... his smiles made my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;take away this feeling please.&lt;br /&gt;come back after exams can?&lt;br /&gt;i wanna STUDY HARD... yes!&lt;br /&gt;study study study ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking don't understand my parents....&lt;br /&gt;they're like so fussy okay okay not my parents..&lt;br /&gt;my mom and i had the same thinking okay..&lt;br /&gt;but ARGH... my grandpa is so so so so so so so so so old fashion..&lt;br /&gt;they say..... if there's a cone house opposite means bad bad...&lt;br /&gt;cause there was a time .... it was just right... my grandma fall sick... and they say it was the cone's fault.&lt;br /&gt;bullshit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say... it was everyone's fault...... for not taking care of grandma... and WE HAVE TO MOVE HOUSE ASAP THANKS TO PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO DIE BUT STILL LIVING IN THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO SO SO UNFAIR... :( GOD.... PLEASE BRING THEM AWAY... STOP THEM FROM HARMING MORE PEOPLE.... i swear.... i'll kick that china bitch out of my house and out of singapore. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so much better now....&lt;br /&gt;hope tomorrow's a better day than today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6748923636284984298?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6748923636284984298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6748923636284984298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6748923636284984298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6748923636284984298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-like-having-pms.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-590948668667926422</id><published>2007-09-22T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:03:42.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alvin i wish you where here for me now..</title><content type='html'>Went library to study today.. but i didn't study at all...  and i'm tried i couldn't get into proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, i wish you were here for me now.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone like you to tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;i need back my motivation.&lt;br /&gt;i need back my smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i need you , big brother.&lt;br /&gt;love is just so hard.&lt;br /&gt;"if only" is the word that i could use for love.&lt;br /&gt;if only i were to be loved .&lt;br /&gt;if only i never been loved.&lt;br /&gt;if only we loved to be together.&lt;br /&gt;if only .....&lt;br /&gt;if only he knows how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;if only...&lt;br /&gt;every if only appears in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later i'll get myself into deep restless endless emoing.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i couldn't really post what i wanted to say here.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be making this blog private really soon...&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna express it to myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long can i still like sms you to encourage you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna ...&lt;br /&gt;it's so unfair to me.&lt;br /&gt;why can't that someone sms me to encourage me.&lt;br /&gt;or probably knew my exists ...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know..&lt;br /&gt;i really don't .&lt;br /&gt;i probably don't understand guys.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna get an end for this.&lt;br /&gt;like what esther says ... if fate is mine , it's mine .&lt;br /&gt;i really hope ...&lt;br /&gt;things won't turn out to be the other side.&lt;br /&gt;meaning the bad side.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate choices .&lt;br /&gt;i hate changing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry , i'm selfish .&lt;br /&gt;i wanna things to be in the way i want.. can't i ?&lt;br /&gt;okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;since that's the case i really don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-590948668667926422?l=chronicallyover.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-7421994113321678017.post-5495195299293802911</id><published>2007-09-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:02:32.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was late today ... guess it wasn't my day today.. oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;i've got something to disclose to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_           Open your eyes, and look outside find the reason why... said:Of cause i know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. said:how u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. said:LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_             Open your eyes, and look outside find the reason why... said:Ur belle's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. says:rosabelle ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_            Open your eyes, and look outside find the reason why... says:yarp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. says:oh yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. says:haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. says:i feel sorry for my self that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that boy .. says:hope she understand it x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh motherfucker isn't it? GOSH .. hongster never die... with guys like this.... it ruins the world... you should go and die. why didn't you die? you're wasting the human resources ! you feel sorry for yourself? i think i should be the one feeling very very sorry for myself... meeting you was just my bad luck. i won't feel sad about this.. i only will be thankful that i finally saw your true colours... thanks!&lt;br /&gt;okay back to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry mommy:( sorry for shouting at you... i'm a bad daughter. sorry.. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen today.. but it's just that some things are just so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't wanna get into high hopes and fall down . I DON'T WANT PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;trying to tell myself to stop thinking but i wouldn't .&lt;br /&gt;i'm not suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;cause i couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin i wish you were here... oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be so depending on you... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear alvin, i'm still missing you like it all happens just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just too disgusting... i don't understand what you understand.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't tell you how i feel and get your answer...&lt;br /&gt;i could only guess what you're gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;though zeming says... he will always be there to help all of us...&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't be like this...&lt;br /&gt;he himself have his problems too...&lt;br /&gt;even russ and peter too..&lt;br /&gt;and all of us... we're all feeling how i'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;we need you.&lt;br /&gt;but we couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;cause we failed to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;you're there when we need you..&lt;br /&gt;we're not there when you need someone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel so weak.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel that i need someone.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel the emptiness in myself.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't want them.&lt;br /&gt;if you're here...&lt;br /&gt;you'll be saying there i go again.&lt;br /&gt;emoing like the first time when we know each other.&lt;br /&gt;"out of ten times , nine of the times you are always sad"&lt;br /&gt;alvin, i don't wanna feel this way.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5495195299293802911?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5495195299293802911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5495195299293802911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5495195299293802911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5495195299293802911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/was-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-355059561125617897</id><published>2007-09-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:00:56.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I shouldn't have love you.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-355059561125617897?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/355059561125617897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=355059561125617897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/355059561125617897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/355059561125617897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-shouldnt-have-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-986207560494267371</id><published>2007-09-19T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:00:04.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It wasn't because of that 3 years friend... i'm in a mids of confusion... i don't know why... why i saw you... i felt so happy. when i saw you i made myself doing stupid things which i don't understand why i'm doing so... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the 3 years friend.. yeap.. it was the guy who i know him for 3 years.. and we're so close in the past.. and no longer now. i don't understand why you keep calling me? calling me won't make any changes my dear friend! we're so drifting apart. okay i wasn't gonna care about you. i know it's hurting to you but too bad. go find your other spare tyre and your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay even how moody i'm feeling i still need to go and rush for my chinese newspaper book... tomorrow's the DEAD line! gosh... bye.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i think of you during my free time. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think of you even during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy seeing you ( i know i'm sick but it wasn't that kind of sicko look) &lt;br /&gt;i felt happy when i saw you. &lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i'm feeling like this.. &lt;br /&gt;but i just felt happy seeing you.&lt;br /&gt;you made my day.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope this feeling will be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;cause we're never gonna make it through.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate one sided love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-986207560494267371?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/986207560494267371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=986207560494267371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/986207560494267371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/986207560494267371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-wasnt-because-of-that-3-years-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4354523016268426333</id><published>2007-09-17T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:59:13.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had english remedial lesson today after school....  sorry peter i bang you! lol then went mac and slack for awhile.. chitchat.. then went basketball court and sat there chat read story books... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you notice me?&lt;br /&gt;or probably ?&lt;br /&gt;just open up to me.&lt;br /&gt;talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;don't keep yourself hiding in your shell..&lt;br /&gt;oh fucking hate how i feel now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4354523016268426333?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4354523016268426333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4354523016268426333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4354523016268426333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4354523016268426333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-english-remedial-lesson-today-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7505946687291432978</id><published>2007-09-16T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:58:30.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mommy woke me up early in the morning.... and i don't wanna wake up but i have to... my grandpa is waiting for us outside my house.. and we went for breakfast... with my cousins.. We talked about seeing ghost... and i was thinking why can't we see alvin? despite that desmond could see "things" but why can't he see alvin? he tried going to places where alvin would be... but there's no sight of him. even during the funeral... desmond couldn't see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home , and wait for jasline to come home... dressed up and took cab to town to meet aunties.. and i've done my shopping... brought skinnys and a stocking from hip all the way to the toe. (they're what i wanted to buy long ago) OKAY i need a massive shopping still !  YEAH!! MASSIVE I MEAN . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to jolly well.. get my ass out of here and start really really mugging ! fook myself. why can't i study? well... i really do not have any motivation to study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never have someone i love.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll never last.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sucha flirt.&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to hate me cause i do hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;why can't i find someone i love,&lt;br /&gt;and someone could grab hold of me forever. &lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not forever. &lt;br /&gt;but at least long.&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me that you love me?&lt;br /&gt;no .&lt;br /&gt;you won't and don't.&lt;br /&gt;cause we're not suppose to.&lt;br /&gt;and you don't have to know that.&lt;br /&gt;stupid emo shit .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7505946687291432978?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7505946687291432978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7505946687291432978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7505946687291432978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7505946687291432978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/mommy-woke-me-up-early-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4900649107053202937</id><published>2007-09-15T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:57:25.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've left us for 49 days , and we're still missing you!</title><content type='html'>Today was alvin's 49th day. met at macdonald and ate breakfast before we set off to the temple... someone says he'll give a morning call.. end up...we're all aready at macdonald... waiting for others and he didn't turn up... he's at home sleeping.. i think only vivian's morning call works... BOOO to ** LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took 105 and ended up walking there... Reached there and started emoing... but seriously... if you go into alvin's profile you'll feel like crying. okay i don't think this happen to everyone but... those who are close to him or like heard him singing that song in ktv before.. it's really sadding.. so then me and esther started walking back into the place where alvin's photo was placed... then we started talking to him (i don't know.. we believe he's there) then esther and i was crazy enough to start off with some jokes with alvin... asking him why we don't have boyfriend... bless that we had boyfriend and all.... but then after staring at his photo for long... i can see that he's smiling... and his eyes are blinking... or isit my own imagination? oh who knows... but i still couldn't bear to let him leave... but he has to.... take care alvin ang , pong sai kao.. our ahvinn. my ahpa. awful names? cool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all the prayers we went to take 105 and went off to town... with esther,isabel,me,vivian,qingkang,zhenwei&amp;raymond. Then we went to eat chicken rice! *thank you raymond for the treat!* then went walking around finding those things that we wanted to buy... but i end up didn't buy anything... but i'll go bugis very soon! i need a massive shopping! then zhengjie came to find us... he's so emo... then we went walking all around and decided to go cine... so went to cine and then taka... and then went home sweet home with zhengjie and isabel. thats all for today walked for 12 hours today... from morning 7am to 6pm. it's a tiring day. good night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never do foolish things again or anymore! &lt;br /&gt;i promise alvin. &lt;br /&gt;and i'll stay happy not emo okay! &lt;br /&gt;hope you're fine. &lt;br /&gt;bless us all okay. &lt;br /&gt;the most important of all.. your mom and big&amp;second bro. &lt;br /&gt;and your 3 closes brothers.... russ,zeming and peter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4900649107053202937?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4900649107053202937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4900649107053202937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4900649107053202937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4900649107053202937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/youve-left-us-for-49-days-and-were.html' title='you&apos;ve left us for 49 days , and we&apos;re still missing you!'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7445584484924345477</id><published>2007-09-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:54:53.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELL.... thanks god it's friday but... thinking of it is friday once again.... it's really bored. Friday mood swing? chem lesson was like a bullet lesson. ms yap is talking like a machine gun... and like so fast can.. please i think she should have like .... slow down... and the example she gave was too long .... she should have say like when south pole and south pole met together they will repell... same as basic+basic=no product formed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went north together with esther and isabel.... went hair pro and esther cut her hair concave. then i wanted to trim my eyebrown but luck wasn't with me.... so went isabel's house... then saw lots of photos... ____ photo and all... okay then went esther's house.. saw lots of photos again.. and mingyi's pretty photo! so chio please lol. and esther's brother photo.. till today then i know when her brother is cute when he is young! :))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently talking to micheal, you know the guy i knew from aussie;perth. OMGOMG ... he talks to me... heh ... and here's a video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pn2afsrTJ4s&amp;mode=related&amp;search= to watch ... i think it's cool! okay... bye... i'm gonna go and make the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7445584484924345477?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7445584484924345477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7445584484924345477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7445584484924345477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7445584484924345477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-2407063748943603765</id><published>2007-09-13T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:52:42.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptiness in me</title><content type='html'>Art lesson was fun today.... we did drawing and i learn better about shading... and i've got alvin's last year talentime photo! hoho.. *people want it ask from me* (as i won't be posting them here) who knows... maybe... some teachers link from other people's blog to my blog... and saw those photos and say i steal it? hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so.. ate macdonald today.... talk about so many things.... secret ! hehe. and jiajing and jiachiu say... world's gonna end soon..... and esther and i was like omgomg!!! i don't wanna die please... i haven't even find a boyfriend yet... and i'm still young! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes... i wonder, have you ever know the exists of me? &lt;br /&gt;i know though we're from different world.&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanna think that you would someday know my exist..&lt;br /&gt;why can't we find true love?&lt;br /&gt;feel the emptiness in me. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;now.. that i finally know it.... perheps we aren't gonna be friends anymore... okay another lost friend. thank you! thank you! i was worrying for you and though you've gone missing or crazy for your O level.. but you don't seems to.. you've blocked me? no no... someone told me you were online... and you've changed your email. i think.. hmm.. it's alright. you don't have to Re-add me now. it's fine with me... another goodbye story. fuck . guys are sucha ass... no offence. i had guys friends like this... making me lost interest in guys who are below 18. This year, was a losing friends year for me... and a sucky year.  i hope there won't be anymore goodbye friend.. if there is... okay just come all at a time. i don't give a damn care now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-2407063748943603765?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/2407063748943603765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=2407063748943603765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2407063748943603765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/2407063748943603765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/emptiness-in-me.html' title='emptiness in me'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4764163332264419304</id><published>2007-09-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:51:14.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mommy got me a new boyfriend! yay! W660i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the black one.... HAPPY! it's 3G. hoho adrian... don't keep suaning me okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 3B hates chinese and we made our chinese teacher cried again.... and mr_____ is like so what ! i know it's our fault... yes... but it doesn't mean that he has got to bring alvin out.... like saying... "people who know alvin,i don't think you guys deserve to go down on the coming saturday. i don't think alvin would wanna see you guys" okay... after hearing these words.... tears nearly flow down okay.. cause it's like we're all trying to get over it and we don't remind ourselves of the fact that alvin's gone... but we do joke about it sometimes... cause we don't wanna everyone to be sad always... thats for entertainment.. but well... why must they like remind or even use alvin to like try to threathen us? or something like that... i know they might think that we will feel guilty and we will wake up... okay i actually felt guilty... but it reminds us of everything once again.... i just don't get it...WHY must use alvin? why must use all those promises? oh hell...please, i felt guilty. i really do... and i felt so like don't know what to say... i'm feeling so sad and angry.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! i'm not done with my art at all... i'm dead soon..... soon nearly soon.... really soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4764163332264419304?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4764163332264419304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4764163332264419304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4764163332264419304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4764163332264419304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/mommy-got-me-new-boyfriend-yay-w660i-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7668044795462190235</id><published>2007-09-11T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:50:13.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY.... i've found my chemistry file! thanks to mr wang wei! thank you thank you! he flipped the whole cupboard and found my chemistry file! i'm happy cause i don't have to go and photocopy them and re-file. since we got to pass up tomorrow... yay!  well... the rain today is rather too heavy... and feeling so sleepy and cold. ya... so today... english lesson was fun.... bio lesson was kinda of sleepy... and SS lesson was a relief lesson.. 2 periods.... 1 period mr chew relief... the other one we all had our own free time... walk around talking shouting across... watching video... and ate me chocolate "pizza" notice they always crowd around us when we eat and had our talk. okay bye... there's biology test and math's test tomorrow.... bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7668044795462190235?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7668044795462190235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7668044795462190235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7668044795462190235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7668044795462190235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6100293907304916060</id><published>2007-09-10T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:49:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had chemistry lesson... then P.E. lesson.. and those people who had gone to the chalet had all gain weight... accept for mr eugene... he loses weight... i think must be the weighting machine's fault! i've gain 2 kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;a href="mailto:$@%#@$" target="_new"&gt;$@%#@$&lt;/A#!&gt;Okay i seriously don't know what's going on in your mind? you're like a shit person with shitty mind... i admit.. i'm unreasonable sometimes... but i though you might be the guy that i could trust... at least you're my friend for like 4 years aready... and i though that we as best friends could share secrets... i told you mine... but you... i don't know... you might tell other people about it.. okay i don't wanna know whether did you or not... the problem here is about trust and understanding and sharing... not about anything... thats what best friend are for.... and bestfriends are not for fun... and not fun... and let me ask you... when you're down who's there for you okay maybe not most of the time... and when i'm down... who's there for me... you aren't.... and i shared my stuff with you... and you didn't. what i want is equality ... and you don't seems to understand me well... just that you pretend that you understand me well.. and i pretend that i understand you very well... which wasn't. you don't seems to trust me.. okay i admit i didn't trust you after that "incident" yes... that's you're the one to be blamed.... cause i was there ... i put my whole heart in.. and you played with it.. okay forget about this.. but i though i could really trust you.. but i guess i'm so wrong... who's the one who say.. "if i've got a girlfriend i'll tell you..." and who's the one who lied to me "nahhh, i've got no girlfriend" OHHH HOLYBULLSHITS.. YOU MOTHERFUCKER WHO ALWAYS CHEAT ON GIRLS... PLEASE BLOODY FUCKING GET YOUR ASS OFF... DON'T KEEP PLAYING WITH THE HEARTS.... OH MY GOSH... YOU'RE JUST A'INT NO OTHER MAN.. YOU MOTHER FUCKER. POONDEI .  you can say that i'm jealous... i'm crazy, i'm insane, i'm stupid... anything.... it's all THANKS TO YOU FOOL... THANKS FOR BREAKING THIS TRUST AND THIS "CLOSE" FRIENDSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't we all get what we want in life?&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that i could find someone who's faithful to me..&lt;br /&gt;and i just hope that it could last long..&lt;br /&gt;but it don't...&lt;br /&gt;fuck, you're pulling me down.&lt;br /&gt;i not in the mood for anything..&lt;br /&gt;you motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope all these will be gone soon....&lt;br /&gt;thank you for breaking everything.......&lt;br /&gt;i swear i shall not reply you anymore....&lt;br /&gt;i will not not not not not not not not talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;i'll slap myself if i talk to you..&lt;br /&gt;and if i talk to you...&lt;br /&gt;i'll fall down into a drain.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6100293907304916060?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6100293907304916060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6100293907304916060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6100293907304916060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6100293907304916060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-chemistry-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5937056372553699193</id><published>2007-09-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:47:56.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm down with flu and cough... ohwell. i need a major shopping now! so many things i wanna get!!!! oh well... dad didn't want to get me a phone.. so well so... forget it.. it's better if my phone's spoilt... no one could contact me then. and i'm sick of you... really... am i really your bestfriend.. or i'm just nothing. you lied to me... saying you've got no girlfriend.. well i guess... you think i might jealous? or i'm not yet over you. well, let me tell you... i'm so over you. okay it's not only this.. you treated me as a nothing... and spare tyre. i didn't wanna feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvin,it's been 43 days since you're gone.... seven month is ending soon... yet we're all hoping that you'll visit us... but will you? pongsaikao... i'm miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5937056372553699193?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5937056372553699193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5937056372553699193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5937056372553699193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5937056372553699193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-down-with-flu-and-cough.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3596540825226639308</id><published>2007-09-07T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:46:59.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had ORAL exam today... my teacher was my social studies teacher... so well so it's alright.. anyway i was the second one! i kept smiling mrs kaira.... i don't know why i kept smiling to her.. and after i finished i walk away smiling still... couldn't wipe the smile off my face. AND i'm down with sore throat... it's like so hard for me to speak ...  no more chocolates.. but i'll still eat it if i cannot resist .  okay so bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye !! BORING~ !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3596540825226639308?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3596540825226639308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3596540825226639308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3596540825226639308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3596540825226639308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-oral-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4723098103217161568</id><published>2007-09-06T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:46:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually it wasn't the last day of chalet today... but because there oral again tomorrow... so didn't stay there... and some stuffs happen today... WILL NOT type it out here... okay so got to go... good night ... Chalet's B-o-r-i-n-g!!!!! but it's so cool luh! my cousin's friend chalet is just opposite ours! cool huh ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4723098103217161568?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4723098103217161568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4723098103217161568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4723098103217161568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4723098103217161568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/actually-it-wasnt-last-day-of-chalet_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3923633392060028623</id><published>2007-09-06T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:46:18.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually it wasn't the last day of chalet today... but because there oral again tomorrow... so didn't stay there... and some stuffs happen today... WILL NOT type it out here... okay so got to go... good night ... Chalet's B-o-r-i-n-g!!!!! but it's so cool luh! my cousin's friend chalet is just opposite ours! cool huh ! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3923633392060028623?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3923633392060028623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3923633392060028623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3923633392060028623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3923633392060028623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/actually-it-wasnt-last-day-of-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8114466484339879917</id><published>2007-09-05T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:45:37.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay sorry for MIA for like 3 days? i'm basically doing nothing but staying at home to recopy my chemistry notes and watch those taiwan dramas and anime!  okay so counted as i'm studying and as well as like enjoying... so i felt being happy at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;yesterday i'm really being emo.. and yewlee seems to understand me when i'm being emo? BUT one thing i don't understand about him was he's like an insane person.. yall know what i'm talking bout if yall in my shoes... but i think most of the girls all know what's about it... the problems with some crazy guys in this world... they can be so unreasonable... and whatever they talk about was no link... don't understand him...    i know partly i was at fault. i was mean to say those things when i'm angry or what.. you may think i'm those crazy,loud&amp;amp;unreasonable girl. yes i am... but this is how i wanna make him leave me alone and go concentrate with his studies and go find other suitable or better girl for himself. i dont wanna waste his time.... he's having O's this year... sogosh i hope he wakes up now... i think we shouldn't hope more for this kinda of stuff... the more you hope... the higher you will fall down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so went chalet just now... went esther's house in the morning then waited for carol's dad to come fetch us... and then we went to fetch isabel because of somethings that happen... and i went up isabel's house... to help her to carry the beehoon down.. then saw rodney and of cause... their house's room door was so nice...it's design and paint by rodney... okayokay so we set off to pasir ris ... then reach there we took all our barangs barangs to the room... and then start to like pluck the prawn.... and this is my first time plucking the prawn okay! i find myself so cool. LOL while me and isabel are doing the prawn... esther and mimi went to pull the fish grills off... out of so many guys IN THE CHALET..... EUGENE ,the one who always get sweets from us... came INTO THE TOILET TO HELP US! So we see it... 4/5 of the guys like lying on the bed , instead of helping the girls.. okay nothing much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohya! don't understand why i dream of something last night.. i dream that i'm dead. . . like &lt;a href="mailto:$#%#@%@#%" target="_new"&gt;$#%#@%@#%&lt;/a&gt; don't know why i had such dreams... i hope they don't come anymore. gosh ... okay gtg... gonna go there again tomorrow! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8114466484339879917?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8114466484339879917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8114466484339879917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8114466484339879917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8114466484339879917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-sorry-for-mia-for-like-3-days-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3302161529268439898</id><published>2007-09-02T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:04.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to changi airport to study... with hsueh ting,esther,isabel&amp;amp;vivian. We walk around airport shop and went to find place to eat.... and we ended up eating macdonald.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sunday... so went out with aunties and my mother... went to the IT fair. wanted to buy laptop... but my dad... says DON'T buy useless things... whatever.. my mom wanted to buy it for me for my birthday present.. i don't understand why my dad doesn't even remember my birthday.... and the only present i receive from him was when i was a little girl... my dad and my aunties&amp;amp;uncles all shared to buy a motor jeep for me.... those kiddy one... and my dad stopped celebrating my birthday with me... since my ahma passed away...when i was cutting my cake... my mom was the only one who sat beside me to cut the cake with me. So i ended up buying a sony MP3. At a cheap price... As jason&amp;amp;kenny was working at the IT fair... so we gave them a lift home.. okay update more tomorrow... while here's some overdue pictures on my ah gong's birthday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLaByEaGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FdezkbFoWk/s1600-h/30082007(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130402649683401330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLaByEaGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FdezkbFoWk/s320/30082007(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLaOyEaGoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OWP3ipmSqks/s1600-h/30082007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130402873021700738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLaOyEaGoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OWP3ipmSqks/s320/30082007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7421994113321678017-3302161529268439898?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3302161529268439898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3302161529268439898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3302161529268439898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3302161529268439898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-went-to-changi-airport-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLaByEaGnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_FdezkbFoWk/s72-c/30082007(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-3913787910998357876</id><published>2007-08-31T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:41:14.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy teacher's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our school celebrate aces's day.. we walk 3km around serangoon. Then went back school rest and went back to class.... Had lesson per-normal.... then mr ho came in... ASK us to do his Teacher's day paper... with simple maths questions on it... then saw andy yim! he'll be starting school next year. Then we for recess.... and then went up the hall... sat together with tatfu,alvin,brenden,peter,zimeng,jiahui,isabel&amp;amp;ahbao. Please guys... don't so gay! Saw lots of performance.... rodney and another handsome guy performing hip hop dance... ripped some of the POS dance step. and it's nice.. listening to the music makes me wanna stand up and dance the POS thingy.. Desmond and all perform the luozhixiang's dance jingwumen. i think only hockseng and eric dance well.. desmond look so funny as usual... while banheng was rather too shy and he forgot some of the footstep or rather he look like a rock... and alvin kept shouting "ahha! banheng ,xiaopang 你跳错!"&lt;br /&gt;After the concert went back to rosyth... Saw banghur&amp;amp;shaun and _____ . It's good that we could go back now.... i really miss them all.... As well as _____. I bet you'll never know everything behind .. okay pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/30454145001382/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/eed02145001413/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/83d5e145001447/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/a5021145001475/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/e50ce145001491/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/6fff4145001527/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/ad427145006093/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/404b6145006165/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/52f08145006118/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/deepmeaningless/aa874145009872/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so UNFAIR!  They even had "be yourself day" now! like @#@%$!#%@#% why our batch don't have? saw mr roshan , mrs may soh , mr bong , mr siva , ms kang , ms wallace or mrs wallace? anything , mrs teo(isabel's ex form teacher..) and the chinese teacher i had in primary three ( who use a ruler to smack my hands , because i failed my chinese spelling ) she retired aready... but going back to relief. Didn't seems to see mrs choey... otherwise i'll go boast to her that i've got B's for my chinese wonder how's she doing... is she still staying beside guailih's house. And i miss those primary school times... i miss myself walking into the wrong toilet... i miss the time when we slack in the toilet and we fix the toilet door ourselves... and The AVA thingy... which made me stucked on top of the control room with zhengminghui. The bloody AVA chairman.. that proud sucker.. I'M MISSING SO MANY PEOPLE &amp;amp; _______. Like ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;The very first moment when i saw you...&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't say anything my mind was in blank.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't wanna feel this way but...&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to see you really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm envy of you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jealous of you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;cause we're from totally two different world.&lt;br /&gt;we've never talk before in a normal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;it's just fake conversation.&lt;br /&gt;It's only a nod on the head or yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;you're so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;fucking impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3913787910998357876?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3913787910998357876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3913787910998357876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3913787910998357876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3913787910998357876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-teachers-day-today-our-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-75452477664514523</id><published>2007-08-30T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:39:39.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AHGONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though i was gonna be late today... but luckily i made it on time! Okay lesson was so so... enjoyed ART lesson.... okay Brenden&amp;amp;wangwei is so sick... they watch porn during lesson time.. was like &lt;a href="mailto:#@$@#%" target="_new"&gt;#@$@#%&lt;/a&gt;@# so sick!!!! but they are cute classmates ... anyway went hospital today after school to visit my god-grandpa... which was my godbros's grandpa... though my godbros neglected me! and didn't even bother to remember my birthday... i'll still go and visit my god-grandpa. okay so.. hope he'll get well soon... And going TTSH really reminds me of ahma... okay i hate hospitals. So went home after that... and slept till eight and went for dinner at crab party again! yes! my family loves crab party! And i love my family! and i love family dinner! :)) okay so took photos and photos... shall upload when i get them from my cousins... and i find that having family dinner... brings the bonds together again! :) love ya... And saw zoson there... he's LIKE so PRETTY!  and cousins all kept disturbing me.... they say he's my boyfriend.. I went to the back of the shop to find him and kiss him... ya ya ... all sorts of nonsenses... okay so went home now... here i am ! shall upload when i get the photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this is the feeling that i had.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly felt like holding you tight..&lt;br /&gt;asking you to stop running cause you seems so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;but i know you won't.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you brings back to what i am , me.&lt;br /&gt;perheps i felt safe being with you..&lt;br /&gt;i can depend on you..&lt;br /&gt;but not now anymore or forever.&lt;br /&gt;it's fate that bring us together and you that pulls us apart.&lt;br /&gt;I though i'll never miss you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;but i do..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times i had with you..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the time that you're mine,not her's or their's or other's .&lt;br /&gt;i miss your jealous look..&lt;br /&gt;i miss you lying to me..&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way you walk.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way you snatch things from me.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you but will you even?&lt;br /&gt;i was stupid to think that you'll love me.&lt;br /&gt;love me just a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;love is just a game isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'll never remember the times we had..&lt;br /&gt;remember toe nails?&lt;br /&gt;you sucker!&lt;br /&gt;and the dog shits...&lt;br /&gt;you bad boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-75452477664514523?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/75452477664514523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=75452477664514523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/75452477664514523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/75452477664514523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-ahgong-i-though-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-6724313115757013560</id><published>2007-08-29T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:38:26.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esther&amp;amp;me: _____ are you straight?&lt;br /&gt;_________: *not replying.*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;_______: (started gaying with weisheng)&lt;br /&gt;i hope he's playing... but GOSH .. when i ask him why he's so gay... he say that "then you expect me to hug you arh?" i was like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't eait till this week end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-6724313115757013560?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/6724313115757013560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=6724313115757013560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6724313115757013560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/6724313115757013560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/esther-are-you-straight-not-replying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4519469053778964489</id><published>2007-08-28T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:37:42.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm late for school todayy.... okayokay.. anyway... i did study! i think now i'm hardworking! okay okay not very but quite! anyway biology class test was good... i score 19/20 ! cause it's an open book... &amp;amp; guess what SO PROUD OKAY! i'm the first in class!! And wangwei shows me a pig face today! i guess he's acting cute... so went down to the ICA building today with mummy to make my I.C. and my photo sucks okay,like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to learn how to play unfaithful on the piano.... i've learn half of it... okay okay mastering it.. and i'm trying to remember back the A B Cs.... okayokay...goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;That warm hands that won't lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;The world's ending..&lt;br /&gt;My mind is ruining..&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of this.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'll be over this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Kiwi!&lt;br /&gt;so many august babies.. ! :) &lt;33&lt;33 !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4519469053778964489?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4519469053778964489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4519469053778964489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4519469053778964489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4519469053778964489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-late-for-school-todayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4000376149624818180</id><published>2007-08-27T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:35:05.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday pakcheong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAKCHEONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakcheong is one day younger than me... cool huh! anyway i always say wrongly... i kept saying he's one year younger than me. Anyway sorry peter.. sorry for hitting you , i'm   so sorry.. but you  deserve it. okayokay no no you don't . well... let's just say i'm mentally broke down. Nothing's gonna  change anything that i did.... but !!!!!!!!!!!! i won't anymore:(  but i swear fighting &amp;amp; quarreling with you as fun... kills time. opps...&lt;br /&gt;okay people... GOOD BYE... i'll post the pictures when i'm free sorry..&lt;br /&gt;gotta rush to mug for my bio&amp;amp;ss test tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4000376149624818180?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4000376149624818180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4000376149624818180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4000376149624818180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4000376149624818180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-pakcheong.html' title='happy birthday pakcheong!'/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-4310937917793474927</id><published>2007-08-26T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:11:04.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went out with my five years friend,catties! we went far east to eat chicken rice.. okay..i'm sorry to made her go there with me... cause i've been wanting to eat chicken rice for so long aready! Then we went H.O.S. after that.... i think i've lost interest in buying albums , i'm only intrested in zhengyuanchang!!!!! &amp;amp; yes... you know what.... i saw two handsome&amp;amp;young&amp;amp;rich caucasians just now!! happpyyy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that... And went crab party... okay i love their black pepper crab, their horfun! nicenicenice! then saw zoson there... he went there for dinner.. &amp;amp;i swear hard that i'll stop remembering his birthday from today onwards! &amp;amp; my cousin jearld.. he's finally grown up!! a gentleman aready know.. okayyokay... pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLXvyEaGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vNwVTpMR23A/s1600-h/mybday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130400141422500450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLXvyEaGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vNwVTpMR23A/s320/mybday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll upload more tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway many thanks to.....&lt;br /&gt;Esther&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;Vivian&lt;br /&gt;carol&lt;br /&gt;eric&lt;br /&gt;qingkang&lt;br /&gt;zhenwei&lt;br /&gt;yixian&lt;br /&gt;vincent&lt;br /&gt;larry&lt;br /&gt;sunhong(suprised)&lt;br /&gt;charles(suprised)&lt;br /&gt;Yewlee&lt;br /&gt;clitorn&lt;br /&gt;Tweety&lt;br /&gt;catties&lt;br /&gt;and those who wishes me happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou guys!&lt;br /&gt;okay wait last but not least....... ZOSON NG THANK YOU, AND THANK YOU FOR FORGETTING MY BIRTHDAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4310937917793474927?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4310937917793474927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4310937917793474927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4310937917793474927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4310937917793474927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/went-out-with-my-five-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A-zsiSOT1tc/RzLXvyEaGmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vNwVTpMR23A/s72-c/mybday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7421994113321678017.post-4727093131057144000</id><published>2007-08-25T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:29:10.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I asked my mother. "I wonder will my friend come back to see me or even remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;mother repiled "People who went to the other world will probably won't remember us"&lt;br /&gt;it's up to yourself whether to believe,&lt;br /&gt;i don't really believe at all.&lt;br /&gt;so.... alvin, will you appear in my dream tonight?&lt;br /&gt;or did you come back to see me?&lt;br /&gt;i remember everything.&lt;br /&gt;i think 2006 was the best birthday celebration i had...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to say this but ... 2006, we had alvin together with us,&amp;amp; tzm there.&lt;br /&gt;26/08/2006 was the day tzm &amp;amp; i went back together.&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks later... we broke off .&lt;br /&gt;i always remember...&lt;br /&gt;alvin telling.&lt;br /&gt;"You know everytime i saw you out of 10 times... 9 of the times you are sad&amp;amp;emo.. cheerup la! don't wanna see you sad... must be happy you know."&lt;br /&gt;alvin... i remember this you know.&lt;br /&gt;taking 315 made me thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;i used to be your lightbulb remember?&lt;br /&gt;then you would say...&lt;br /&gt;"No, i never treat you as a light bulb... you're my "daughter." "&lt;br /&gt;And we went to zhenwei house on last year vivian's birthday..&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how to play pool..&lt;br /&gt;until you were pek chek with me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thank you people.... went ktv today... and zeming was a maddy.. he took tons and tons of photos of us...  same as vincent.. i wonder isit a marathon? okay anyway we went dragonfly inn aftr that then went my house.... and homesweethome. anyway was surprise that bestfriend still remembers my birthday.. thanks.. :) shall update more tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-4727093131057144000?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/4727093131057144000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=4727093131057144000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4727093131057144000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/4727093131057144000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-asked-my-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8941686085108993095</id><published>2007-08-24T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:28:21.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's was alright... ziquan makes my day with his bird face... couldn't stop laughing when i saw him doing that... School's fun.... as usual... quarrel with peter... i don't know what the hell we both were doing... we're so childish.. but it's FUN. Anyway slack during chinese lesson.... okay, now that more and more tests are coming up... we really need to pull up our socks high.... gosh,i meant it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitar is fixed ! Fast isn't it ? i think probably be learning after exams... cause we won't be able to cope with exams and guitar lesson... &amp;amp; my crazy mom asked me to take piana course too... reason being... she loves the piano sound.. &amp;amp; piano makes me more ladylike.. which means.. i'm not lady enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't get this dad,&lt;br /&gt;you won't be reading but...&lt;br /&gt;somehow i really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i go celebrate my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;it's my rights.&lt;br /&gt;it's my choice whether to go or not...&lt;br /&gt;these legs are mine...&lt;br /&gt;you're right..&lt;br /&gt;you gave me my life..&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry..&lt;br /&gt;actually all along...&lt;br /&gt;i was only thinking or rather being grateful to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;as i believe she's the one who bring me to this world...&lt;br /&gt;NOT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know all the things behind science...&lt;br /&gt;reproductions.&lt;br /&gt;but it takes 2 hands to clap.&lt;br /&gt;I hope ah ma appear in your dreams to knock you up to your senses..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're like kinda of behaving like childish?&lt;br /&gt;okay i don't know but ...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you've changed..&lt;br /&gt;everyone changed...&lt;br /&gt;but i hate changes...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm sorry to say this..&lt;br /&gt;these legs are mine..&lt;br /&gt;the choice is with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go as i like.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8941686085108993095?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8941686085108993095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8941686085108993095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8941686085108993095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8941686085108993095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5906113756595632722</id><published>2007-08-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:27:22.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to the ITE ,simei again today.. as it's the last day of the trip. so we went there &amp;amp; played the adventures thing there... swing to the next side of the grass using rope but legs cannot touch the floor.. &amp;amp; they gave us a challange... see how many people can fit into the blue"box" &amp;amp; one by one we swing... &amp;amp; jiajing ,jiachiu&amp;amp;me are the only girls in there...aren't we cool!! Then had our last activity playing with the PDA. Create our own chatroom with the PDA. And use other people's name to play around. Using the PDA to surf the net.. went friendster.. after that went for a debrief at the lecture room. Then after that went for lunch at the cafe... &amp;amp; took a bus back to peicai.. I Love class outing! :) Let's hope that there would be more class outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna learn guitar!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soangrywithpetertoday.RAWR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5906113756595632722?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5906113756595632722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5906113756595632722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5906113756595632722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5906113756595632722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-went-to-ite-simei-again-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-3371547823274384482</id><published>2007-08-22T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:26:37.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went for ITE visit for today&amp;amp;tomorrow.. so 3B&amp;amp;3C will report to school but after that we'll go for the ITE visit! We visit Simei ITE. Which was so cool la... school of business. and we played nursing wrapped jiachiu up like mummy like that... then went retail services... we made our dummy model dress like ms yap... hugging my dummy WEEE ~ and had lunch at their cafe2 , their food there is cheap and nice! &amp;amp; they sell brownies~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-3371547823274384482?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/3371547823274384482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=3371547823274384482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3371547823274384482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/3371547823274384482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-went-for-ite-visit-for-today-so-3b.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-8129902167945570892</id><published>2007-08-21T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:25:55.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Let's see.... i've got more &amp;amp; more guy friends hairless. okay okay not hairless... they're just bold. They're in the trent of cutting those NS hair style! I bet every teacher's were so happy for them! Bascially i think it's better... cause they don't have to get suspended because of foolish things... cause my school is SO COOL now. If you found tucking out of shirt/blouse. For the guys, one stroke of canning on their backside. For the girls, internal suspention. oh how cool... i'm afraid the next adding on shall be the length of the skirt.. well... my shirt aren't short to me.. it's just alittle bit above the knees..but it's counted as short to the teachers. so let's see... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've changed our english teacher again. Gosh this time round it's a old man. But he's rather too old... &amp;amp; i don't understand anything at all.. i just asked him what's the meaning &amp;amp; do it all alone with the help from jiajing&amp;amp;jiachiu. So went mac again after school... &amp;amp; transfer the money for honey... i need to keep control of myself... i kept buying things from honey.. okay but those clothes are so cute! okay shall turn in soon.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowning the truth is so hurting.&lt;br /&gt;we're all missing you..&lt;br /&gt;that's all we can do..&lt;br /&gt;we can do now is to study hard &amp;amp; take care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;you're not here anymore&lt;br /&gt;we have to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;you're our hero.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-8129902167945570892?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/8129902167945570892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=8129902167945570892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8129902167945570892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/8129902167945570892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-7299706972409063979</id><published>2007-08-20T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:24:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual... had chem lesson.. &amp; yes thank you i love chem now.. it's like so interesting la! and biology ! YAY ! today's the last session of my detention anyway. &amp;we had free show today... jojo &amp; that teacher.... don't know why our class are so united with this kind of thing happening... okayokay... good bye people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-7299706972409063979?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/7299706972409063979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=7299706972409063979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7299706972409063979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/7299706972409063979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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-7421994113321678017.post-5663766267456473065</id><published>2007-08-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:24:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zeming called me early in the morning but i think it's bout eleven plus... so it doesn't matters anyway. woke up and went out with mummy to eat &amp; went back home pack my room... i swear swear swear i'll make my room as neat like vivian's one! OH GOSH... vivian's room is like so so so neat la...i'm so jealous!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so tomorrow's monday again... monday blues. anyway people who are taking N level all the best&amp; people who are taking O level too....   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAN YEW LEEE , DO WELL FOR YOU PAPER TOMORROW! ALL THE BEST MAN BITCH. REMEMBER YOU STILL HAVE GOT TO HELP ME WITH MY CHEMISTRY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7421994113321678017-5663766267456473065?l=chronicallyover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/feeds/5663766267456473065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7421994113321678017&amp;postID=5663766267456473065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5663766267456473065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7421994113321678017/posts/default/5663766267456473065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chronicallyover.blogspot.com/2007/08/zeming-called-me-early-in-morning-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosabelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00350327461838811374</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></feed>
