<?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-12355896</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memories of you...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12355896.post-112999357194781937</id><published>2005-10-22T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:06:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahaha</title><content type='html'>piak.&lt;br /&gt;did it! @ last.&lt;br /&gt;nth special actually&lt;br /&gt;i look weird...&lt;br /&gt;hm...i've been wanting to do dis 4 a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time :)&lt;br /&gt;finally plucked up ENOUGH courage...&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;still wondering wad i did?&lt;br /&gt;monday den c lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;but not obvious larh&lt;br /&gt;i oso hv trouble ooking for &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;den i was wondering if i shud go&lt;br /&gt;Escape Theme Park next week&lt;br /&gt;cuz got  "Hell"oween :D den scary mahs&lt;br /&gt;i scream mans.&lt;br /&gt;the Haunted house so scary. curtains...curtains...television?&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa...&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;People!&lt;br /&gt;tag please... :P&lt;br /&gt;Please :) :) :) :) :) haha&lt;br /&gt;den hors...recently,i've noticed that(not again?!)...&lt;br /&gt;umm, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe wad to say ler. just tag! put "..." oso can(dun take dis seriously)&lt;br /&gt;just put yr name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao-ed&lt;br /&gt;marshmallow&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-12355896.post-112971815921222290</id><published>2005-10-19T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T03:35:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>yoss&lt;br /&gt;todae was lyk...&lt;br /&gt;snowing :D&lt;br /&gt;styrofoam!&lt;br /&gt;fluff fluff&lt;br /&gt;dandruff&lt;br /&gt;jacinta lorhs&lt;br /&gt;throw, throw, throw&lt;br /&gt;@ me &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den wee shan so quiet :P&lt;br /&gt;den got this freaking guy who scolded us&lt;br /&gt;but i oso in wrong...&lt;br /&gt;dui bu qi!&lt;br /&gt;but we lyk so fierce...&lt;br /&gt;n jacinta keep wanting to dig out his eyeballs...&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;**dig**&lt;br /&gt;he oso in wrong!&lt;br /&gt;no for cycling one lorhs the walkway&lt;br /&gt;he lyk so sark!&lt;br /&gt;sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den edna's eyes glued onto her stinking hp :)&lt;br /&gt;everything oso...&lt;br /&gt;stinking.&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao :P&lt;br /&gt;sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112971815921222290?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112971815921222290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112971815921222290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112971815921222290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112971815921222290'/><link rel='alternate' 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relak!&lt;br /&gt;3.Go out with the les-sies and my other hao peng youss&lt;br /&gt;4.PRAY hard for Psle results to bee okAy&lt;br /&gt;5.Revise abit on Sec one subjects(wadda heck)&lt;br /&gt;6.Prepare for 6atentive `05 BBQ :D&lt;br /&gt;7.Studyy hard next year :) 6a jiayouss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven heaven :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i've noticed that&lt;br /&gt;daa chio-est gurl in 6a `05&lt;br /&gt;ish...&lt;br /&gt;dun tell you.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha&lt;br /&gt;nort me lorhs&lt;br /&gt;i nort sho thick-skinned&lt;br /&gt;mayb i am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u go find out yrself :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawk ons :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaoo`lli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112895618571342905?l=inthebestmemories.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-12355896.post-112892114885699496</id><published>2005-10-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:13:53.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>woots!&lt;br /&gt;Psle ish over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably...&lt;br /&gt;i've short term memory loss ba.&lt;br /&gt;tmr still hv higher mt.&lt;br /&gt;sorry but you'll hv to hear me drag&lt;br /&gt;i have &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; much to say wors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still tryin' ta console myself.&lt;br /&gt;dun get so ji dong dat tmr still hv...&lt;br /&gt;okayss stop it wors.&lt;br /&gt;**slaps**&lt;br /&gt;**pinches**&lt;br /&gt;**paining**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae everyone sho&lt;br /&gt;relak lers&lt;br /&gt;i still hv ta drone over da&lt;br /&gt;**toot** hmt.&lt;br /&gt;nehminds.&lt;br /&gt;we lurve HMT :)&lt;br /&gt;WE DO! WE DO! WE DO!&lt;br /&gt;what the...&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE IN FARIES!&lt;br /&gt;I DO! I DO! I DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now already three-quarts&lt;br /&gt;slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heck care le&lt;br /&gt;i mean after'&lt;br /&gt;release Psle results.&lt;br /&gt;dreadin' dat day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neh minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have ta bee&lt;br /&gt;optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;jia you jia you jia you!&lt;br /&gt;wa kao&lt;br /&gt;act kyoot. my gawd&lt;br /&gt;iris say den kyoot mahss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kawaii nehs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;carnt wait mans :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin out with mummy and jies(am i youngest amonst dem??)&lt;br /&gt;no meis&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terr&lt;br /&gt;Andy lau's movie&lt;br /&gt;is sho freaking good :)&lt;br /&gt;cry mans.&lt;br /&gt;Wees :(&lt;br /&gt;So touchin'&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The science so chao ....&lt;br /&gt;Ok baas&lt;br /&gt;but booklet A killed me mans&lt;br /&gt;so is lyk&lt;br /&gt;chao&lt;br /&gt;Er...&lt;br /&gt;Ok baas&lt;br /&gt;but it's still...difficult to a certain extend :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nights MY DATE WITH A VAMPIRE&lt;br /&gt;so nice&lt;br /&gt;its lyk...&lt;br /&gt;zhua gui&lt;br /&gt;tapss&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;tapps&lt;br /&gt;AHHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumblydumblydunmbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawk on 6attenive `05 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112892114885699496?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112892114885699496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112892114885699496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112892114885699496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112892114885699496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112878832660083844</id><published>2005-10-08T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:41:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Weird facts and laws&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;butterflies used to be called flutterbies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rat can last longer without water than a camel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Human thigh bones are stronger than concrete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The longest word in the English language, according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. The only other word with the same amount of letters is pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconioses, its plural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks, otherwise it will digest itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sherlock Holmes NEVER said Elementary, my dear Watson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Charlie Chaplin once won &lt;strong&gt;THIRD PRIZE&lt;/strong&gt; in a Charlie Chaplin look alike contest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A snail can sleep for 3 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 70 pound octopus can squeeze through a hole no bigger then a silver dollar because it has no backbone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An elephant's trunk can hold up to 1 1/2 gallons of liquid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The planet Venus spins the opposite way than the other planets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The surface temperature of Venus is hot enough to melt lead! The surface can reach temperatures of 864 degrees F.. Lead melts at 662 degrees F.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It takes 100 years for a cave stalactite to grow 1 inch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby amarobia spiders eat their mothers when they are born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frogs have an &lt;a href="http://biology.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://www.wonderquest.com/FrogHearing.htm"&gt;ear drum&lt;/a&gt; on the outside of their head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snakes always keep their eyes open, even when they are asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lightning strikes about 6,000 times per minute on this planet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owls are one of the only birds who can see the color blue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;During your lifetime, you'll eat about 60,000 pounds of food, that's the weight of about 6 elephants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some ribbon worms will eat themselves if they cant find any food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The worlds oldest piece of chewing gum is over 9000 years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An earthquake on Dec. 16, 1811 caused parts of the Mississippi River to flow backwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In England, in the 1880's, "Pants" was considered a dirty word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ernest Vincent Wright wrote a novel, "Gadsby", which contains over 50,000 words -- none of them with the letter E!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fear of vegetables is called Lachanophobia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 32 years. there are about 1 billion seconds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Rochester, Michigan, the law is that anyone bathing in public must have the bathing suit inspected by a police officer !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In New Jersey, cabbage can't be sold on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&gt;&gt;In Singapore, it is illegal to chew gum. (found this on the web) wads so farnie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Michigan, married couples must live together or be imprisoned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Missouri, a man must have a permit to shave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In California, a law created in 1925 makes it illegal to wiggle while dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In Miami, it is forbidden to imitate an animal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Technically speaking, a female "dude" is known as a "dudine." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is said the average person speaks only 10 minutes a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most used expression of any language is "OK."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the 1500's England's Queen Elizabeth I outlawed wife beating after 10 p.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The average computer worker types 90,000 keystrokes in an 8-hour work shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunsets can be green in Antarctica. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iron Age magazine once called Theodore Roosevelt a "drunk," he sued them and won 6 cents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mona Lisa has no eyebrows, shaved eyebrows were a fad when she was painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The white part of your fingernail is called the Lunula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your thumb is the same length of your nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A 13 year old child found a tooth growing out of his foot in 1977&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The longest recorded bout of hiccups lasted for 65 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112878832660083844?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112878832660083844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112878832660083844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112878832660083844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112878832660083844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/10/unusual-facts.html' title='Unusual facts'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112754131735286729</id><published>2005-09-23T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:55:17.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yos.&lt;br /&gt;chao long never post le...&lt;br /&gt;have to stop breaking records.&lt;br /&gt;i've been making blogskins for quite sometime le&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;go to &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can take a look kays.&lt;br /&gt;look for SHeriq or Sheri.&lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;just made a new ipod skin.&lt;br /&gt;sarks man.&lt;br /&gt;so common :(&lt;br /&gt;but can go c.&lt;br /&gt;it's called&lt;br /&gt; 'MY apple ipod'&lt;br /&gt;wahahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die liaos lor. less than aweek to Psle.&lt;br /&gt;can go order coffin...&lt;br /&gt;hehes.&lt;br /&gt;jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oping psle can end&lt;br /&gt;faster faster.&lt;br /&gt;than can relak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muhahaha. o.O&lt;br /&gt;just busted my mum's laptop. sorrie :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stressed. as iff. kekes.&lt;br /&gt;its like ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Incidentally, do you know what your nose hairs are for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are for trapping the dust that you breathe in.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dirt will drop off so you don't have to go and &lt;strong&gt;DIG&lt;/strong&gt; your nose. &lt;obviously&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPK rawts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everybody jiayOus for psLe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rawk on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112754131735286729?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112754131735286729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112754131735286729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112754131735286729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112754131735286729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/09/yos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112650679223386947</id><published>2005-09-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:33:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love is a strange and funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;not going to make any blogskins for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;com broke down...bleahs&lt;br /&gt;using mum's com. only 10 mins so...better make this fast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is rotting like siao.&lt;br /&gt;but i have something to be proud of...&lt;br /&gt;i broke the record of not blogging for a month!&lt;br /&gt;clapclap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got bac report book todae.&lt;br /&gt;got improve...BUT&lt;br /&gt;my science sarks.&lt;br /&gt;yar yar...sarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 77/100       A&lt;br /&gt;Chinese:94/100      A*&lt;br /&gt;HMT:78/100          ME&lt;br /&gt;Math:92/100          A*&lt;br /&gt;Science:69/100      B-----&gt; i noe sarks :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 332/400&lt;br /&gt;Percentage:83% (1 % improvement?!?! sarks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yar..dat's all.&lt;br /&gt;not going to reveal too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the ways...so larkie&lt;br /&gt;i acceptable weight!&lt;br /&gt;yar...happy as a lark&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shucks. tmr got math test. shucks.shucks.shucks&lt;br /&gt;completed science le...&lt;br /&gt;one moutain of awful hmwrk. well, not exactly xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar...love is so chao strange.&lt;br /&gt;so many lurve triangles...&lt;br /&gt;lurve rectangle...&lt;br /&gt;lurve hexagons&lt;br /&gt;lurve octogans(diao.Os)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me 4 spelling. in a rush mahss&lt;br /&gt;no worries la vv :)&lt;br /&gt;edna's heart locked in the dungeon by .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/cactus.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okoks gtg. byeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112650679223386947?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-12355896.post-112506257551807163</id><published>2005-08-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T06:33:29.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post below!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="6fc72164"&gt;i like very long never blog le&lt;br /&gt;nice to be back.&lt;br /&gt;but chao scared of science&lt;br /&gt;die-dEd&lt;br /&gt;(x)----&lt; &lt;---fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia.O.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, blessings to non0 and vien.&lt;br /&gt;i noe both of you are long feng pei.&lt;br /&gt;congrats. :)&lt;br /&gt;by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not attached to that idiotic turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say for the last time...&lt;br /&gt;he is the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAttest,&lt;br /&gt;uGLiEsT,&lt;br /&gt;chaAo oIly,&lt;br /&gt;and MoSt DisGusting de living oRganiSm&lt;br /&gt;i HaVe eveR seeN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shi yuan... hope you and ray ray foreva togetha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOME&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;blessings to give to da following frens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono and vien &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cactus and edna&lt;br /&gt;shi yuan and her ultra violet ray&lt;br /&gt;iris and her daniel teo jia chye(babie)...i mean iris and...&lt;br /&gt;: daniel,leon,shaun,lee chye and benedigdigdig.&lt;br /&gt;en and bong bong&lt;br /&gt;esther and cheng yong(?)&lt;br /&gt;sammy and hyh&lt;br /&gt;ikan and prabhmeet(quarrel too much so become couple) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NEW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vanessa and jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep... wah so many...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HATE TURKEY!&lt;br /&gt;I SAY FOR THE LAST TIME...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still zhu fu nono and vien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. gtg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112506257551807163?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-12355896.post-112203895406424424</id><published>2005-07-22T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:29:33.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo man</title><content type='html'>yo man.&lt;br /&gt;today rawks man.&lt;br /&gt;We like dun feel like going back at 5+&lt;br /&gt;and then we are like damn heng&lt;br /&gt;heard JJ song Yi Qian Nian Yi Hou&lt;br /&gt;den nobody come sho we sing wors&lt;br /&gt;Jo An Na Than was singing(am)&lt;br /&gt;n we almost vomited&lt;br /&gt;den we talk abt the things esp during pm&lt;br /&gt;like have power&lt;br /&gt;coz oldest mah'&lt;br /&gt;den its like so fun&lt;br /&gt;and mdm chong treat us to drinks(abt 5-6 times)&lt;br /&gt;n candy floss wor'&lt;br /&gt;den she say monday treat us ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;YaE!&lt;br /&gt;den after JJ's song&lt;br /&gt;was ENERGY one&lt;br /&gt;n that one oso not bad yo&lt;br /&gt;and we use th mic so fun.&lt;br /&gt;den ask riddles&lt;br /&gt;qIAN BIAN WEN DA TI&lt;br /&gt;n todae rocks&lt;br /&gt;den 5+&lt;br /&gt;vien n i fold the big red cloth&lt;br /&gt;n we say kallang river&lt;br /&gt;n keep askin edna go underneath&lt;br /&gt;then the amt of blue tack(?) was like wah&lt;br /&gt;we took alot of ime decorating and the talking abt the Racial Harmony kays!&lt;br /&gt;den all of us the leg soft diao&lt;br /&gt;den some idiotic p6 were like shit&lt;br /&gt;not appreciative&lt;br /&gt;shuddups wor&lt;br /&gt;*slap*&lt;br /&gt;the p1 n p2 were so guaii!&lt;br /&gt;so cute somemore&lt;br /&gt;the p5 ok la&lt;br /&gt;the vien's lurve @ 1st sight was so toot&lt;br /&gt;n barbaric&lt;br /&gt;he like ask this girl(not pretty)to be his girlfren&lt;br /&gt;pls lor!&lt;br /&gt;n he pull girl's hair&lt;br /&gt;so er xin&lt;br /&gt;n we like knew another jun jie&lt;br /&gt;bleahs&lt;br /&gt;den its like had alot of fun with vien and edna&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;rock on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112203895406424424?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112203895406424424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112203895406424424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112203895406424424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112203895406424424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/yo-man.html' title='yo man'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112134343865952592</id><published>2005-07-14T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T22:57:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yoS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow geOmetrY test.&lt;br /&gt;I goin' toO dIe!&lt;br /&gt;heNg i impRoved.&lt;br /&gt;n sO many hmt homework!&lt;br /&gt;pRaying I wouLd pass geOmetry tEst with gO.od results!&lt;br /&gt;deN 5 wkS latR got prelim!&lt;br /&gt;Saturdae Rocs!&lt;br /&gt;buyin tuesdays with moRRie&lt;br /&gt;yAE!&lt;br /&gt;n cOllectin' HbP!&lt;br /&gt;sHud bEe learnin' GuitaR!&lt;br /&gt;my lyfe's gO.od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/guardian.gif" /&gt; miee guardiaN angell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buaiis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112134343865952592?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112134343865952592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112134343865952592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112134343865952592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112134343865952592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/yos.html' title='yoS!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112140752868769551</id><published>2005-07-14T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:15:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bOng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hoot!&lt;br /&gt;saw si en's post&lt;br /&gt;iris so congrats!&lt;br /&gt;daniel teo jia chye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but den the child got four father.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;todae geometry test sucked.&lt;br /&gt;gawd.think i'm going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;bleahs... x[&lt;br /&gt;tmr will roc&lt;br /&gt;yaee:)&lt;br /&gt;clAppss!&lt;br /&gt;Si en oso giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;babiee will e callEd...&lt;br /&gt;bIng eN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and si Lun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sound nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;diaOses.&lt;br /&gt;bOng chow biNg&lt;br /&gt;bIng chOw boNged&lt;br /&gt;bleaShs....o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so sian. dOng&lt;br /&gt;talk of the DevIl!&lt;br /&gt;sI eN online le..&lt;br /&gt;kAys!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/happyfamily.gif" /&gt; (their happi family! Apple, bOng bOng, anD baBiee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112140752868769551?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112140752868769551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112140752868769551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112140752868769551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112140752868769551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/bong.html' title='bOng'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112124300592259962</id><published>2005-07-13T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T01:23:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bleahs</title><content type='html'>hie&lt;br /&gt;hoots&lt;br /&gt;i changed the blogskin again&lt;br /&gt;lOl&lt;br /&gt;yups&lt;br /&gt;wun change le(shud be ba)&lt;br /&gt;keke&lt;br /&gt;todae went to computer lab during mt lesson&lt;br /&gt;and found out that&lt;br /&gt;mr leow have blog&lt;br /&gt;diaos&lt;br /&gt;yupss&lt;br /&gt;i think he put he saw jay chou&lt;br /&gt;veh heng&lt;br /&gt;but i not fan of him(no offence!)&lt;br /&gt;and his whole class like all have blog lors&lt;br /&gt;actually want to add him in links'&lt;br /&gt;but then everybody will noe mahs&lt;br /&gt;den all kp&lt;br /&gt;n he no privacy(diaos)&lt;br /&gt;n i haven even finsh ci zi.&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;br /&gt;going to learn (dunno?)&lt;br /&gt;@ the yamaha @ tampines&lt;br /&gt;learn with mint(shi min)&lt;br /&gt;and i like still haven find the oral ruberick&lt;br /&gt;cow.&lt;br /&gt;iris neh come so...&lt;br /&gt;waiting for her to give data book to sien.&lt;br /&gt;den sammy.&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;br /&gt;my geometry like shit lor&lt;br /&gt;kns. all dunno how to do.&lt;br /&gt;*toot* mahss. tmr have english test&lt;br /&gt;wa kao every wk have test&lt;br /&gt;next wk have geometry!&lt;br /&gt;die die die&lt;br /&gt;neh give up(as iff)&lt;br /&gt;my "fren" changed her specs&lt;br /&gt;like catwoman one(ew)&lt;br /&gt;oksy.&lt;br /&gt;buaided&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112124300592259962?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112124300592259962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112124300592259962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112124300592259962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112124300592259962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/bleahs.html' title='bleahs'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112083189540735560</id><published>2005-07-08T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:26:47.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youfu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;konichiwa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hoots man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;todae the Youfu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i mean veh gan ren ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he lyk donated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sho much marnie(cow.. i forgot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and ah huat passed away..sobbed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/puffcrys.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;jialing n him ish not meant to bee de.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n den i was lyk..he definitely wif jialing one lorhs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i think alot of people thoguh shoo too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;end up he wif ah mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyways, i think chris lee act as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;such a character veh uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but very nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;couldn't find no one to better to act as Youfu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;xcept hiim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n jialing's pa was lyk Sibai SiBai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;curry noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;mmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;must bee better den sch one lorhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was lameded Sabais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n sho many hmwrk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sIAnx..XxXxXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;feel like commiting suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;really lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ahh....lyk I do I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;de Sharon Ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Look down n imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;really TGIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;really lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T G I F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Thank.God.It's.Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;all hail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i was dongded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;oks i carnnot waits le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;next Saturday i lub nxt Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;yeppss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;XoxO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112083189540735560?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112083189540735560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112083189540735560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112083189540735560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112083189540735560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/youfu.html' title='youfu'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112056667951351967</id><published>2005-07-05T08:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T07:22:02.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Heys:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;todae is very er...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mdm neh come(again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n if she neh come oks.sound erxin but the -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;huang lao shi ..tEacHuS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hes really too erxin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yellow yellow dirty fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he like put his hands inTO his stinkin' armpit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;when he fold his hands aND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dIgSs his nose with ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dE ThUmB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;worse than orh pi kang and the wee guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n todae oso had the mr fernandoo talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;chao sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;he was talking abt sculptures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(bORIng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n the only person listening to him is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freckle peckle, vanessa n some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;diaoses ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tmr got english test n i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lyk lazy to prepare]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dun care le lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;vien almost sleep in supplymentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i almost went to dreamland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;duhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;still haven do maths &lt;(-@-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kekes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;den we were lyk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 shaun=1 edna coz have to pile up &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 vien=1 pjj(ok pls! jk ony)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;scarely pjj n vien got huo hua....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cHeMicAL reACtioN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fizzle!sIzz!buBbled!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ks.buaided!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112056667951351967?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112056667951351967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112056667951351967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112056667951351967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112056667951351967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/07/dongs_112056667951351967.html' title='dongs'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-112004383581851816</id><published>2005-06-29T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:17:15.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marion Raven</title><content type='html'>Good ol' day .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogksin le..nice? lols...I love marion raven :)&lt;br /&gt;Her songs very nice...clapss**clapsS**&lt;br /&gt;I bought her CD .Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Rox.&lt;br /&gt;Okays..nowadays nth to post..kays..bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-112004383581851816?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/112004383581851816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=112004383581851816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112004383581851816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/112004383581851816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/marion-raven.html' title='Marion Raven'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111944739655098076</id><published>2005-06-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:38:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SABAI SABAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hallo preeple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooht....veh long time never post ler lo! Just changed the skin again....Wad do ya think? I kinda changed the picture. coz the original one din suit me.&lt;br /&gt;Welp....todae we had a mother tongue camp....8-5.....ah....&lt;br /&gt;it was very very boring. except for the part where we were suppose to sun and pick out the words(bah).&lt;br /&gt;the last part which was off(think she did.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n edna was veh protective of her bag..hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then we were singing SABAI SABAI...BIRD THONGCAI(watever duno how to spell)lOl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then we were like...BIRDIE! REGISTER 28 BIRD THONGCAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then eugene oso sing the song lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i started singing SABAI SABAI....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then during the talk(which was veh boring)we kept singing SABAI SABAI(ok..stop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then I was blocking shi yuan from looking at sailormoon haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;actually edna was saying ramoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;den i popped sailormoon....lol-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and the food oso not veh nice...the donut veh deliccious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the sandwichwas ok....emm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the rice was okok but i ony liked the nuggets....and edna veh gu yi put the nugget in front of vien's face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the rice weh peppery....(though i finish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today the food all peppery ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;keke~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the BIRD THONGCAI sing SABAI SABAI by the beach somemore....so revolting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;n carnt believe he got 4TH on the best-selling! ER XIN! who will go buy his CD? SABAI SABAI! alot of toots lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and today was not weh fun nor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the best was singing SABAI SABAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Birdie.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~toffee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111944739655098076?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111944739655098076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111944739655098076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111944739655098076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111944739655098076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/sabai-sabai.html' title='SABAI SABAI'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111934346647719634</id><published>2005-06-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T01:44:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink lightning</title><content type='html'>hello peeple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the blogskin le(again!). I noe weh small and not weh nice la...but weh simple mahs. hope its not too small kays?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i got a pic for you guys to  see.&lt;br /&gt;It's below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/pl.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its real one...Shweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111934346647719634?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111934346647719634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111934346647719634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111934346647719634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111934346647719634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/pink-lightning.html' title='Pink lightning'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111925520447132983</id><published>2005-06-20T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T01:13:24.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clo</title><content type='html'>Erhems. Sorries! Din blog hen jiu le lo.&lt;br /&gt;diaOsS.&lt;br /&gt;Newys, the picture bu shi wo keke.&lt;br /&gt;is the XxOo.&lt;br /&gt;lalala!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...yao bu yao gen clover shuo hello?&lt;br /&gt;(the person 'll noe wad i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;lOl-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time.in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111925520447132983?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111925520447132983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111925520447132983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111925520447132983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111925520447132983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/clo.html' title='Clo'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111890216144519831</id><published>2005-06-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:09:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babee</title><content type='html'>Hahas...Changed the picture again. Now its mee! Babee lOls.&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii?!&lt;br /&gt;I know veh fat...lOl-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Oks....not posting much le.&lt;br /&gt;Coz the other time the father's day  posts? Weh de long.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the stories, scroll down and take a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111890216144519831?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111890216144519831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111890216144519831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111890216144519831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111890216144519831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/babee.html' title='Babee'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111890481977292637</id><published>2005-06-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:53:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I've got a word to say abt those who criticise my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;IF YOU SAY MY BLOG IS DISGUSTING, AWFUL OR WHATEVER WORDS YOU CAN THINK OF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;CAN YOU EVEN MAKE A BLOG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THOSE WHO CAN'T...SHUDDUP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;IF YOU CAN, YOURS MUST BE VEH NICE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SHOW ME....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;SMARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GIRLS ESP. THOSE WHO ARE YOUNGER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GUYS...OLDER OR YOUNGER, WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;IF YOU CANT MAKE A BLOG,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHUT THE MOUTH OF YOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I KNOW I'M RUDE. BUT CAN'T YOU GUYS SHUDDUP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;IF YOU-KNOW-WHO IS READING THIS...I KNOW WHO YOU ARE...Missy... ERHEM. JUST SHUT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Omg. I hate this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hate this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111890481977292637?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111890481977292637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111890481977292637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111890481977292637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111890481977292637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111848250900448424</id><published>2005-06-11T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T02:37:11.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice?</title><content type='html'>hello! I changed my blogskin...nice?&lt;br /&gt;actually is angell pic..but changed to neoprints.....&lt;br /&gt;hope vien and yuan likes it!&lt;br /&gt;quite a number of probs before finally managed to put up thee neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;I like it though....i'll be changing the pics every now and then.......&lt;br /&gt;But the neiprints weh nice ?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oks&lt;br /&gt;Buais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111848250900448424?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111848250900448424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111848250900448424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111848250900448424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111848250900448424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice.html' title='nice?'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111841885573986142</id><published>2005-06-10T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:54:15.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dance With Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hello. i know what you guys are thinking. Wa! So long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hehe. But It really is nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;One word to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You can feel pain but don't be a pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A Dance With Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dancing with my father at my parent's fiftieth wedding anniversary. The band is playing an old-fashioned waltz as we move gracefully across the floor. His hand on my waist is as guiding as it always was, and he hums the tune to himself in a steady, youthful way. Around and around we go, laughing and nodding to the other dancers. We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father squeezes my hand and smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;As we continue to dip and sway, I remember a time when I was almost three, and my father came home from work, swooped me into his arms and began to dance me around the table. My mother laughed at us, told us dinner would get cold. But my father said, "She's just caught the rhythm of the dance! Dinner can wait!" And then he sang out "Roll out the barrel, let's have a barrel of fun," and I sang back, "let's get those blues on the run." That night he taught me to polka, waltz and do the fox trot while dinner waited.&lt;br /&gt;We danced through the years. When I was five, my father taught me to "shuffle off to Buffalo." Later we won a dance contest at a Campfire Girls Round-Up. Then we learned to jitterbug at the USO place downtown. Once my father caught on to the steps, he danced with everyone in the hall-the women passing out doughnuts, even the GI's. We all laughed and clapped our hands for my father, the dancer.&lt;br /&gt;One night when I was fifteen, lost in some painful, adolescent mood, my father put on a stack of records and teased me to dance with him. "C'mon," he said, "let's get those blues on the run." I turned away from him and hugged my pain closer than before. My father put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped out of the chair screaming, "Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!" The hurt on his face did not escape me, but the words were out, and I could not call them back. I ran to my room sobbing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;We did not dance together after that night. I found other partners, and my father waited up for me after dances, sitting in his favorite chair, clad in his flannel pajamas. Sometimes he would be asleep when I came in, and I would wake him saying, "If you were so tired, you should have gone to bed."&lt;br /&gt;"No, no," he'd say. "I was just waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd lock up the house and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;My father waited up for me all through my high school and college years while I danced my way out of his life.&lt;br /&gt;One night, shortly after my first child was born, my mother called to tell me my father was ill. "A heart problem," she said. "Now, don't come. Three hundred miles. It would upset your father. We will just have to wait. I'll let you know."&lt;br /&gt;My father's tests showed some stress, but a proper diet restored him to good health. Little things, then, for a while. A disc problem in the back, more heart trouble, a lens implant for cataracts. But the dancing did not stop. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. "You remember how your father loves to dance."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with remembering.&lt;br /&gt;When my father retired, we mended our way back together again; hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. But my father did not ask me to dance. He danced with the grandchildren; my daughters knew how to waltz before they could read.&lt;br /&gt;"One, two, three and one, two, three," my father would count out, "won't you come and waltz with me?" Sometimes my heart would ache to have him say those words to me. But I knew my father was waiting for an apology from me, and I could never find the right words.&lt;br /&gt;As the time for my parent's fiftieth anniversary approached, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, "Do you remember that night you wouldn't dance with him? Boy, was he mad! I couldn't believe he'd get so mad about a thing like that. I'll bet you haven't danced with him since."&lt;br /&gt;I did not tell him he was right.&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother promised to get the band.&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas," I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad can dance to anything," he said. "Don't you want to get down, get funky?" I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.&lt;br /&gt;When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They glided around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, applauding the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters and then the band began to play the "Beer Barrel Polka."&lt;br /&gt;"Roll out the barrel," I heard my father sing. Then I knew it was time. I knew the words I must say to my father before he would dance with me once more. I wound my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me," I said, almost choking on my words, "but I believe this is my dance."&lt;br /&gt;My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was fifteen. In a trembling voice, I sang, "Let's get those blues on the run."&lt;br /&gt;My father bowed and said, "Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other's arms, pausing for a moment so we could catch once more the rhythm of the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It's another long post. Thanks for reading till the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hope you found meaning in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally....a happy ending...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You don't tell your father you love him only on Father's day. Tell him you love him. Everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It may seem awkward now. But these three words will mean moree than anything to him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111841885573986142?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111841885573986142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111841885573986142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841885573986142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841885573986142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/dance-with-dad.html' title='A Dance With Dad'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111841855138403912</id><published>2005-06-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:49:11.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Father's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is the second story....in order of commemorating Father's Day I've put up three touching stories.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just telling all ther fathers we love them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know we all do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In a Father's Heart...~ Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winter evening a man suffered a heart attack. After he was admitted into the hospital, he asked the nurse to call his daughter. He explained, "You see, I live alone and she is the only family I have." The nurse went and called the daughter.&lt;br /&gt;The man's daughter on getting the news was quite upset and shouted, "You can't let him die! You see, Dad and I had a terrible argument almost a year ago. I haven't seen or spoken to him since. All these months I've wanted to go to him for forgiveness. The last thing I said to him was 'I Hate You!'" The daughter cried and then said, "I'm coming now. I'll be there in thirty minutes."&lt;br /&gt;The patient went into cardiac arrest and his condition worsened even further. The nurse prayed, "Oh God, his daughter is coming. Please don't let it end this way. Let her get here before he dies." But the efforts of the medical team to revive the patient were fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;After the man's daughter arrived, she learned the sad news. The nurse then observed one of the doctors talking to the daughter outside the room. She could see the pathetic hurt in her face. The nurse took the daughter aside and said "I'm sorry for your terrible loss."&lt;br /&gt;The daughter responded, "I never hated him, you know. I really loved him all the while. Please let me go to see him." The nurse escorted her to his room. The daughter went to the bed and buried her face and her countless tears in the sheets as she said good-bye to her deceased father.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse tried not to look at this sad good-bye. But she could not help but notice a scrap of paper on the bed table. The nurse picked up the paper and read it:&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest Barbara. I forgive you. I pray you will also forgive me. I know that you love me. I love you, too. Daddy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~Adapted from SouthBeachPalms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hope you guys enjoyed the story......tell your father you love him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111841855138403912?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111841855138403912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111841855138403912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841855138403912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841855138403912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-fathers-heart.html' title='In a Father&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111841724570741674</id><published>2005-06-10T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:28:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;There is more to life than just winning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This may seem a really long post...but at the end, you find more to life than you ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Father's Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bob Richards, the former pole-vault champion, shares a moving story about a skinny young boy who loved football with all his heart. Practice after practice, he eagerly gave everything he had. But being half the size of the other boys, he got asolutely nowhere. At all the games, this hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played. This teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a game. This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school. But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn't want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there. He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he'd get to play when he became a senior.&lt;br /&gt;All through high school he never missed a practice nor a game but remained a bench-warmer all four years. His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.&lt;br /&gt;When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a "walk-on." Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.&lt;br /&gt;The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games. This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in a game.&lt;br /&gt;It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big playoff game, the coach met him with a telegram. The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach, "My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?" The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said, "Take the rest of the week off, son. And don't even plan to come back to the game on Saturday."&lt;br /&gt;Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well. In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear. As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful teammate back so soon. "Coach, please let me play. I've just got to play today," said the young man. The coach pretended not to hear him. There was no way he wanted is worst player in this close playoff game.&lt;br /&gt;But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in. "All right," he said. "You can go in." Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes. This little unknown, who had never played before was doing everything right. The opposing team could not stop him. He ran, he passed, blocked, and tackled like a star.&lt;br /&gt;His team began to triumph. The score was soon tied. In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown. The fans broke loose. His teammates hoisted him onto their shoulders. Such cheering you never heard.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that this young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone. The coach came to him and said, "Kid, I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;You were fantastic! Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?" The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile, "Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~ Adapted from South beach palms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hope you guys were touched by this story...I can tell you I was. I don't know why. Am I emotional?lOl-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hoped you enjoyed it too. I'll be posting many of these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Any comments to be made at the tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks so ever much for reading till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111841724570741674?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111841724570741674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111841724570741674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841724570741674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111841724570741674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-eyes.html' title='Father&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111832027818911192</id><published>2005-06-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:42:27.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/kisseu.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Do you remember when we were together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;When we were six,&lt;br /&gt;we saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;We hit it off,&lt;br /&gt;and played together.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how,&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;though boy and girl,&lt;br /&gt;we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Two years flew and we were eight.&lt;br /&gt;we sat together&lt;br /&gt;and shared our locker.&lt;br /&gt;Like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;like it is now,&lt;br /&gt;we stayed true to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I didn't know but we were 12.&lt;br /&gt;So many years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;had past like the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Six years we have known each other,&lt;br /&gt;Six years we have stayed true to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Now I start to learn to love,&lt;br /&gt;I start to know that I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then one rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;you came to me.&lt;br /&gt;You looked sad,&lt;br /&gt;holding back tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You grasped my hands and looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew what you meant.&lt;br /&gt;You were leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;though six years had passed.&lt;br /&gt;Fate brought us together,&lt;br /&gt;But it teared us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;But you forgot,&lt;br /&gt;that day you left,&lt;br /&gt;was the day we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was so empty,&lt;br /&gt;my heart,&lt;br /&gt;broken.&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the never ending path,&lt;br /&gt;you saw me and called my name,&lt;br /&gt;there you were in the truck,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes all red,&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;I saw hope,&lt;br /&gt;you came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You held my hand and said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;In your hands was a locket,&lt;br /&gt;which you left around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;You told me to wait for you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;We took our hands&lt;br /&gt;and hoped time would end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We both cried.&lt;br /&gt;But you had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I was reluctant,&lt;br /&gt;but I let go.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to force a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;My world had broken apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You stared at me through that window;square.&lt;br /&gt;Our love was strong,&lt;br /&gt;it couldn't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You wrote a letter,&lt;br /&gt;saying you were fine.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote back,&lt;br /&gt;saying my world had sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;You left for years so long,&lt;br /&gt;we kept in contact,&lt;br /&gt;and still our love was pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;We were 16 when we finally met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;You looked so different,&lt;br /&gt;You looked so distant,&lt;br /&gt;though so near.&lt;br /&gt;But I knew, you were still you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We hanged out,&lt;br /&gt;played the games.&lt;br /&gt;Every night,&lt;br /&gt;I kiss the locket,&lt;br /&gt;though old,&lt;br /&gt;but memories new.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you wouldn't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It would be a trauma too big.&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid you would leave me again.&lt;br /&gt;So we made a pact.&lt;br /&gt;Even if death had to come, we would pass on together,&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of each other.&lt;br /&gt;And you promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It seemed like a second had passed but then we were 20.&lt;br /&gt;Our love still young,&lt;br /&gt;still strong and pure.&lt;br /&gt;We knew we were meant for each other,&lt;br /&gt;we were both so dear to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Years passed but our love was still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That day came when I tried my wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;26 was our age then.&lt;br /&gt;You looked so smart,&lt;br /&gt;you looked like a prince.&lt;br /&gt;And I was an angel from high heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I waited there, in the church,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the doors to swing open.&lt;br /&gt;Then I know I will live my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;Through life and death,&lt;br /&gt;we would be together,&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I hoped it was a dream,&lt;br /&gt;it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A crash was heard,&lt;br /&gt;From outside the church.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my dress&lt;br /&gt;and pulled it near,&lt;br /&gt;I ran outside,&lt;br /&gt;And screamed your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you were,&lt;br /&gt;on the road,&lt;br /&gt;You looked so sad,&lt;br /&gt;I felt your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;You laid on the road,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes so blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And I thought my life was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I ran over and hugged you tight,&lt;br /&gt;Crying for you to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes red.&lt;br /&gt;We had gone so far,&lt;br /&gt;why leave my now?&lt;br /&gt;You tried to talk,&lt;br /&gt;but couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;The words you managed to say was:&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I whispered into your ears,&lt;br /&gt;And then you passed on,&lt;br /&gt;in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;You looked so peaceful,&lt;br /&gt;you looked so dear.&lt;br /&gt;I know you didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;You have broken your promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated you,&lt;br /&gt;for leaving me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I cry for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I needed comfort.&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;But you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thought ours would be a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;This time was worst then the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You would never come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;~toffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111832027818911192?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111832027818911192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111832027818911192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111832027818911192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111832027818911192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-story.html' title='Our story'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111823091075454231</id><published>2005-06-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:40:10.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hais</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/Sheriqsl/WHT.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOled. Haehae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys, please place your comments for the pictures I put in my post,&lt;br /&gt;and a 'story' that will be posted after this post...&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments and criticism!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111823091075454231?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111823091075454231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111823091075454231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111823091075454231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111823091075454231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/hais.html' title='hais'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111806743166333298</id><published>2005-06-06T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T04:46:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Hies.....made some changes to this blog post. Heyhey, I really dun like her. But she can be pretty nice. I wrote something not very nice in my old blog..you can go there see. The girl I dislike is not anyone any of eu noe...hehe. no Offence kays! She's not in 6A or 6B....6C.......nopes ok? No offence! Hope noboby minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri ~no offence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111806743166333298?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111806743166333298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111806743166333298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111806743166333298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111806743166333298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111811537143145065</id><published>2005-06-06T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:36:11.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photobucket</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;Photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111811537143145065?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111811537143145065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111811537143145065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111811537143145065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111811537143145065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/photobucket.html' title='Photobucket'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111805773890241430</id><published>2005-06-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T04:35:38.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nOnOooNo</title><content type='html'>No!nO! aHhA!&lt;br /&gt;My guitar.nOnOoNoo! The tune changed become guaiguai coz accidentally twisted the thingy?!..Carnt play it properly le lahs! Wah.....&lt;br /&gt;WEeeeEeE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shee Eu.&lt;br /&gt;'xxcryingOo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111805773890241430?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111805773890241430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111805773890241430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111805773890241430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111805773890241430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/nonooono.html' title='nOnOooNo'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111795424074430050</id><published>2005-06-04T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T23:51:19.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar</title><content type='html'>hellos. Just started on my self-teach guitar learning. It's painful but I can bear with it quite complicating too but I'm not going to give up so easily. I just need alot of practice and since its the holidays, I bet I will get the hold of it! While I'm typing, It's hurting too! Ouch! I will be buying a pick. Just in case.Guitar learning ain't easy. No musical instument is easy to start with. Hearing the dreaded P-word again! PRACTICE! PRACTICE! PRACTICE! Hehe...My aunt sort of 'gave' me the guitar. Probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be needing to return her! I will be giving most of my time to the beloved guitar, in the holidays that is!&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a person who gives up really easily. Even my parents doubt I will really be into guitar learning....Aww. But I'll prove them wrong!Yes i will! The K.I.S.S(Keep It Simple Series) guitar books are good too. Really 'elaborated' well. Clear and simple. But now, another worry is my brother! So afraid he will spoil the guitar...haha. My father too. Picking up the guitar and singing and playing it so horribly! hae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta really take good care of the guitar. Up till now( I started last night) I 've already began on the first three chords. Now I'm practicing on how to move from one chord to another smoothly. I figured out I had to be good at something because I only know how to read, read and read. I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar....Dream come True!guitars are quite expensive....hundred ++ ? I'm glad my aunt gave it to me =P She has absolutely no time at all. She is pretty good I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;See eu guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111795424074430050?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111795424074430050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111795424074430050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111795424074430050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111795424074430050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/guitar.html' title='Guitar'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111785699959404760</id><published>2005-06-03T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:49:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hies! Haven't blogged for quite some time le. I changed my skin again but there are some problems. My com carnt add anymore links. Those whom I did not link, sworrie! And it seems that the skin makes some of yr computers lag. mine too. i'll be changing it in a while. Coz really bz.no time at all. I'll de making changes around. Remember to TAG! haehae. thanks loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sheri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111785699959404760?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111785699959404760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111785699959404760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111785699959404760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111785699959404760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/06/hies.html' title='Hies.'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111743657560595007</id><published>2005-05-29T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:05:29.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUais</title><content type='html'>Ok..I know I very action. Sorries. Okok. action and extra also. Forgetting. Registering. In my tiny brain.&lt;br /&gt;Erasing. Deleting. Kept away in the part of my brain..eh dun wanna open haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okok. Its true i very extra.&lt;br /&gt;Sorries ok..I try to change ba. Be more quiet and not so boliao. And dun act like Goody-two-shoes. Uhha..yar&lt;br /&gt;Then I would be wery wierd. Very Very weird. I noe i very de Uh duh.&lt;br /&gt;Sorries for being so extraded.&lt;br /&gt;Diaos&lt;br /&gt;Haiyos&lt;br /&gt;Buaibuais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111743657560595007?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111743657560595007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111743657560595007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111743657560595007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111743657560595007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/buais.html' title='BUais'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111734999551032478</id><published>2005-05-28T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:59:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>Hies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the school holidays but there are just sooo many activities and workshops we have to attend! Let's see.......tmr hv Chinese supplytmentary....then we have supplymentary again on tues....and also the science workshop on tues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics workshop on the last week.(3 days lo) and also mother tongue camp on the last week(8am-5pm...Ahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...soo busy....(-_- ''l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111734999551032478?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111734999551032478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111734999551032478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111734999551032478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111734999551032478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111719193994133820</id><published>2005-05-27T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:43:10.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lOl sooo fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Carn't believe lorhs...Kingfisher won 1st place in the inter-house.yAe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien, Edna and I scream like siao.lOl cheering :) The best part was our kingfisher floorball team won the school team...can eu believe it?! It's like yAe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas...Today go to Bugis and Tampines mall with ah vien.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I waited for her and she waited for me for about 25 mins?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Coz I go Side gate and she went to the back gate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;She thought I dissapeared or something...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I thought she lost her way hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then we take bus 81(ryt?!) go TM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then watched Madagascar(wery nice !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;After that we went Bugis and bought presents for Jeslyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I bought for Shi Yuan tooo( carn't tell eu!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; We also took neoprints.muacks &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's like we lost our way aroud the shopping mall...(ermses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then went back to TM and shop again.. Carnt buy nething...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;WENT BANKRUPT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I still go buy a minitoons handphone neckstrap....( :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Haiz...my mum say ask mee go back lorhs. ~.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Todae is very fun lorhs! Lurves the Neoprints!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ook Booi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111719193994133820?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111719193994133820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111719193994133820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111719193994133820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111719193994133820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/lol-sooo-fun.html' title='lOl sooo fun!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111701739541749042</id><published>2005-05-25T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T03:36:35.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kINGfishEr RoCk oN!</title><content type='html'>Yo. Kingfisher RocK 0N ! Yae :) Today P4 and P6 relay and floorball, we kiNgFiSherS wON! IT's like thanks to IKAN we won the relay. He like so FaS+! Edna and I like siao like dat lorhs.....and shaun qin wo men he blueberry.....today sho farnie lorhs...sho fun oso . Emily oso withus. And shaun keep saying the _______________ words. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;Hope tomorrow frisbee ectect kingfisher will win yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINGFISHER OI OI! KINFISHER OI OI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lOl&lt;br /&gt;Muackeses! Sheri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111701739541749042?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111701739541749042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111701739541749042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111701739541749042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111701739541749042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/kingfisher-rock-on.html' title='kINGfishEr RoCk oN!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111640491787818407</id><published>2005-05-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:44:11.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeRy sAd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;so wery sad lahs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;dun think Mrs peh like us. Today photo taking she like so angry...must be our fault again lah. We also not close to her, she teach her 6a-2004 class two years...and they used to be best class and behaviour also better. &lt;em&gt;Wo men na ni bi de san ta men ne?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But if 6a stand united, we will be the best! WooOoooH0o0oo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;HEre's my resultsss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;English~&gt; 81/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mother Tongue~&gt;91.5/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mathematics~&gt;75/100(My god)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Science~&gt;81/100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's wery horrible...never mind! I hv to JIAYOUS! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ShErI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111640491787818407?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111640491787818407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111640491787818407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111640491787818407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111640491787818407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/wery-sad.html' title='WeRy sAd'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111634030459580124</id><published>2005-05-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:48:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6adians bu yao hui xin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;6a lose to 6e again...but &lt;em&gt;wo men bu yao hui xin!&lt;/em&gt; Our girls have already done very well by entering the third round lorhs. 6e &lt;em&gt;too li &lt;/em&gt;hai(duhx) dan shi wo men 6adians oe that wo men so zhen zheng the yoo sheng dui wu!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;6adians jiayous! It's just that wo men &lt;em&gt;hen bu gan xin&lt;/em&gt; lorh...we all say 6e cheat but as if ms low will take that into watever. She very &lt;em&gt;pian xin!&lt;/em&gt; Nber mind hor. Jeslyn jiu cheer up lor. vien n shi yuan...smiles! &lt;em&gt;lian wo zhi ji dou hen nan xiao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muackses!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111634030459580124?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111634030459580124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111634030459580124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111634030459580124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111634030459580124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/6adians-bu-yao-hui-xin.html' title='6adians bu yao hui xin!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111579581675005763</id><published>2005-05-11T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:33:50.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Todae&lt;/span&gt; the maths....haiz....I noe how to do I nc leave blanks bt I think I hva lot wrong lorhs.... mayb I can get 1 or 2 marks for working........I PRAY HARD!!!!! Mrs Peh say tmr science not easy neh&gt;DIEDED ...Sure 1 lorhs! She set section A leh. Hope I can get at least 80^ for maths and 80^for science jiu can le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg study le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muacks blog,&lt;br /&gt;Muacks&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111579581675005763?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111579581675005763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111579581675005763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111579581675005763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111579581675005763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111562084728382901</id><published>2005-05-08T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T05:48:12.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the past few months...__x0x0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;31 January 2005 &lt;5:11pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boing boing.....it just seems like another dream on another cloud.....No no no... I'm on that same cloud, am the same girl, I am the same person :) Or am I?I want to change. Maybe for the brighter side?&lt;br /&gt;Am I always locked in the same dungeon, with the same pair of locks that prevent me from escaping?I want to see light!Out of the dungeon into the world.The world where reality lives! I don't want to be trapped here........dreams, fantasies, paradise and illusion! I need to catch a glimpse, see the truth behind all this illusion**sigh** Life at school aint much better....Well, good, maybe. No enemies, never do want to make any. But I guess maybe the friends around me are enemies with the others, thus, I'm dragged into this big ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tasprophe....&lt;br /&gt;The choices I make now is of high piority to my future. Oh...**sigh**I maybe a :) soul, outside. Inside, how many woes do i have? Countless. Maybe now, the locks which prevented me from escaping are gone. Now, I have to find the key to freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 January 2005(Second Entry) &lt;8:20pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have found the key. Not exactly the key to freedom.I'm actually talking about another kind of freedom.As a matter of fact, I'm a girl who has been given alot of freedom.The freedom I am talking about is of antoher type. This type of freedom is actually a maze, which I have to try and get out of.&lt;br /&gt;Look at it this way:&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to get out of a maze, but in order to do that, i need to retrieve three keys which are hidden in the maze.&lt;br /&gt;The three keys are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already found two of the keys which are, Love and Happiness. I just have not grab hold of Forgiveness yet.&lt;br /&gt;I might be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;near, however, I always do make the wrong turn and end up lost, once again. I'm trying really hard to stop making the wrong decisions and think properly and clearly before i do things. No matter how hard i try, my emotions get tthe better of me and I end up at the wrong place again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I would just change. I'll learn to love, be happy and FORGIVE! the main point of why I have to face this challenge is that I still have not learn to forgive and forget. It may sound easy, however, doing it is not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 February 2005 &lt;6:02pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovey Dovey = Ewww...&lt;br /&gt;Everthing's fine today. Not much of a difference...except for the fact that my partner, Vivien being absent and also the terrible fact that the boys in our class are hopeless, nothing much. Today is just simple and quiet...There is one thing I really would like to know. Why are the pupils nowadays so weird? I mean 'childish'. They are discussing about love and relationships at such a young age! C'mon. Get studying and Stop 'Lovey Doveying'! I just totally hate this type of relationship talking thing. Some may think I'm unreasonable or something whatsoever. It's just my opinion...Even the teachers don't have a say of it. What else can I do? This whole big relationship thing and me getting involve in this disgusting topic...Urgh. Well, I've got to live with it which i have learnt to do so. Maybe this is a kind of tradition or something in school life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 February 2005 &lt;6:59pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good....I know that I would:) We had our Chingay Practise today. It's just so wierd you see, Chingay is like totally tiring however, after every rehearsal we have, I feel good. Tired but good! I know I'll miss it after actual performance(19 February 2005). I'm really enxious about our actual performance!!!!!!! **Kissses**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We'll be having our Maths test tomorrow which is on Nets. English test on Friday(I heard that it is really difficult!!!)x)&lt;br /&gt;:p 18 more days to the actual performance!!!:p&lt;br /&gt;Vivien was still absent today. She has high fever, asthma attack, sore throat, flu! Hope she is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GET WELL SOON VIVIEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;One thing is most definitely true. I'm pespiring really badly now. I just could not resist the 'temptation' to write in my blog! I really stink......:x Better go take a bubbub bubbly bubble bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Got to go........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 February 2005&lt;4:04pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien was finally present today...We really had a good laugh.. :) throughout lessons :p Bad bad me..ever since my first entry which I blurted out alot of ...umm...my illusions, I have been much happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world I live in seems to be spilled with light. What wonderful news! HURRAY to me! Well, today we had our Maths test(Nets) It was really simple.....:) Cheers!Tomorrow will be our English test...All the best to me!!!Here's a little I might want to comment on my first entry:I was a little to dramatic. My words were..so emotionally unstable.Can't blame a girl who has just started on her first ever blog...x) I'm actually really clowny. I had describe 'bout how I still lacked the 'thing' to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm not so petty...Really! Forgiving is a big act of kindness. I have no idea but I just lack it. I forgive. I do. However, when I have already blown my top on the matter, it is really hard for me to forgive the whole situation or even the person. Not forgiving the other party is exactly like not forgiving myself. STOP STOP STOP....... let my catch my breath.Now I'm muddled and puzzled. Totally not a B.T.I.C.H(Babe In Total Control of Herself). I can be B.I.T.C.H, except for the B(Babe) part. Should've been G.I.T.C.H(Girl In Total Control of Herself) Nevermind whatsoever.I'm in this I-do-not-know-what-I'm-thinking world right now&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.......**&lt;/span&gt;sigh**...Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 February 2005&lt;1:45pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasticular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Fantasticularly Fantastic! If I put aside the amount of homework my teachers gave, today will be most perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I started the day pretty late(not as per normal) at 6:30......ZzZzZzZz.... My form teacher gave did assembly all on science....CoOLzx she was really good at the science(Magic) stuff.She invited 8 pupils up to the stage and requested them to pull the cloth of the table without making the object&lt;/span&gt;(which is placed over the cloth) topple over. Out of the 8 pupils, only 2 could do it. So Mrs Peh(form teacher) performed some 'magic' for us.....she yanked all the cloths away without toppling any of the objects(Unless you count the only time she made the object topple, she tried again and suceeded)!!!!!!BRAVO!Cheese!Then, we proceeded to have our usual lessons...recess was yumm yummz... the food was really good:)Then, we had our English Test. Anyway, the best part about today is that the English test was really simple.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go!&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 February 2005&lt;7:29&gt; (Second Entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place, full of illusions, no reality. It is like a plank, floating in the middle of the vast ocean, with me, absent mindedly sitting atop. I will keep floating till I've found land. Any sign of land, shore. I'm passing each day slowly. Taking a step every day, not towards the top but the bottom. The top, might be the place I'll be able to find my last key, Forgiveness. However so, I've got to go back down, find out how i landed in thissituation Why I've came to become the person I am today. Why I cannot forgive that person. Maybe, I'm actually improving a little day by day. I might have already learn to forgive. It's just how can I use it? 'Realease it' Use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not even know wheather I have the 'power' to forgive. Oh dear.....somebody help me! I'm trapped in side a maze and I can't escape!!!! And I'm clueless of what will happen in my next step!&lt;br /&gt;Sheri5 February 2005&lt;4:05pm&gt;Oh oh oh...I just cannot believe it's just 15 days away from our actual Chingay performance at Orchard road!**Calming down** It's just so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO CHINGAY PERFORMANCE: 15 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO PSLE:I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO MY BIRTHDAY:You expect me to count?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE:15 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTDOWN TO THE TIME I'LL FINISH TYPING THIS BLOG ENTRY:1 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 February 2005&lt;11:10&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blush...&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey! Wow...I've been so busy nowadays I hardly have time for my blog! I've been visiting and eating lots of yummy goodies this Chinese New Year. Not forgetting, today is Valentines Day!!! My gosh. Blush blush. I don't even have a date.Hëë...Keep Ðrêãm!Ñg...........&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It's like I'm half expecting what I'll write......&lt;br /&gt;©h!nGåÿ...... wooh. Time flies.....flap ya wings.....flap flap!&lt;br /&gt;It's this coming Friday and Saturday (18 'n' 19 February)! Friday is the preview and I totally can't wait! EAGER, ANXIOUS, EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lö+§å !ûrv,&lt;br /&gt;§hër!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 February 2005 &lt;10:56am&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHINGAY!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! It's all over! I totally loved yesterday, I want to repeat it............The audiences were so friendly and great! I had so much fun! So much fun! Chingay is over, but i hope I can join in the National Day Parade performance! Many of my friends wish that too.......I don't put too much hope on that too. Since our PSLE won't be far.&lt;br /&gt;¡ Lövë Chingay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I want to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata!&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Vanessa fell sick after our Chingay performances. It might be because she did too many cartwheels. Hope she is feeling well now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 February 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Vivien , requested, so i acceded to her request...hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY fwenzs.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;VIVIEN TAN MIN ER&lt;br /&gt;Ha hax.this fren VeRi FuNnY lorhx......She sits beside meand during art hor we talk and talk and talk. Haz...she sometimes make me laugh until du zi tong de. She hor very nice lorh and very funny and good jiu shi le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VANESSA TOVEY HUI PING&lt;br /&gt;She hor very active lorhz. She very de sporty 1 and friendly too. Sometimes hor oso very funny. Chingay , we talk and play when oter groups practicing. So naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAN SHI MIN&lt;br /&gt;She very tickelish!Her name is YAm cake or choco sponge with mint! She's a great fwen. You go girl minty min!&lt;br /&gt;Tan Jia Jin&lt;br /&gt;Hae. She sometimes a bit boliao.....a bit sotong(like me) But she has been my fren 4 6 yrs leh! Muackz to her!&lt;br /&gt;So long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri's screaming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 February &lt;7.54pm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Best Fren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia JIn is the best friend a girl can have! Whoo! She participates in great performances with me, knows me well, and has been my best friend for 6 years! She is o great my oh my! She shares a great love for Chingay.........like me......... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;What can i say about her? Three words: My best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh.&lt;br /&gt;I just received my Ratio Test today. Ain't gonna say nothing about my marks. They are absolutely ATROCIOUS. Arh. The whole class did really badly in this test. So we are going to have a re-test. Anyway i have to say something about someone.&lt;br /&gt;SHi YuAn is so smart! She is an absolute genius! My gosh she is fantastic in every subject!And she is really nice, humble and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Çrëå+¡\/3 !!&lt;br /&gt;You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me life )x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a DATA book.Here is a list of frenz I'm gonna add them in:&lt;br /&gt;Vivien&lt;br /&gt;Jia Jin&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan&lt;br /&gt;Edna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;Iris&lt;br /&gt;Lynette&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jing&lt;br /&gt;Shaur En(if possible)&lt;br /&gt;Kiko&lt;br /&gt;Shermin&lt;br /&gt;Koon Hin&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ping(Maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 March 2005 &lt;9:00&gt;(end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lemony Snickets A Series of Unfortunate Events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ya! So sorry...I've been totally neglecting me bloggy.... :p But the fact is Mrs Peh have given moi so many HOMEWORK!!!! ARGH! better calm down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to announce something.... Ahem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AHEM! "&lt;br /&gt;"Hem Hem!"&lt;br /&gt;"Cough!"&lt;br /&gt;"ACHOO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Scratch &amp;amp; Sneeze.ooooo...I've got the geezies weezies in me..."&lt;br /&gt;"Okok now.... For the announcement and the last AHEM!"&lt;br /&gt;"LEMONY SNICKETS A SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS....IS MOI'S(ME) FAVOURITE MOVIE"&lt;br /&gt;"IT WAZ NICEY AND ...(ahem...jiajin stop shouting. Thanks) SO GOOD......hmm how can i explain this kind 'o' Nice feeling......"&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS ONE THING FOR SURE....I ENJOYED THIS MOVIE......Hic Hic Hiccup!&lt;br /&gt;Ok to end this annoucement with an...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHEM!( Hic! hic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATATA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 March 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally not in charge of my life!!! My parents aren't. MY CONSCIENCE IS!!! I'm really really in a dilemma right now.&lt;br /&gt;There is like utter pandemonium in my horrible life!!! Ohh! My goodness, what's up with me these days??? I have really bad temper, my heart ain't in the right place.....I'm a devil! a horrific monster... who is in no control of herself....&lt;br /&gt;OH! oh......&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma, pandemonium,not in control..is that me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless my upcoming days! Cross my heart and bless my days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 March 2005&lt;1:26&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic!&lt;br /&gt;Okok. I'm so dramatic! After reading my blog (the entire thing) I find myself so dramatic! C'mon...I'm not really that. I've been so weid...Gosh. What the heck was I writing in my previous blogs.........A script on a story called 'Miss Dramatic Queen'? Please!&lt;br /&gt;My life is one that's really queer. It's weird, complicated, not dramatic..well maybe a little. But my life ain't as dramatic as u think it is. right? I'm good not dramatic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm in DRAMATICAL..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Sheri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 April 2005&lt;br /&gt;my life so not meaningful anymore.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111562084728382901?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111562084728382901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111562084728382901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111562084728382901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111562084728382901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-past-few-monthsx0x0.html' title='in the past few months...__x0x0'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111553356609920464</id><published>2005-05-07T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T01:07:04.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haeppee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello again hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sorry somethings wrong with my blog......I'll get it fixed soon ks?&lt;br /&gt;Friends forever!&lt;br /&gt;to: vien, jin, min, jacinta...,jing, edna,yuan, many mores...&lt;br /&gt;I lurve you guys....Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sHeRi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111553356609920464?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111553356609920464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111553356609920464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111553356609920464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111553356609920464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/haeppee.html' title='Haeppee'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111538799732054325</id><published>2005-05-06T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T05:46:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x0x0___We aRe tHe Kai Xin e ReN__x0x0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hiz....is m0ix lorhs.Haiz I dieded. Maths test fail with flying colours. mondae hai shi English de exam. Might as well go commit suicide now. Better than being murdered by parents and e teachers lorhz....Jk x(&lt;br /&gt;You muz be wondering why I put the TiTlE is : x0x0___We aRe tHe Kai Xin e ReN__x0x0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I veri boliaos you know whys? Its Private and Confidential the lorh.....xiang jin tian Yuannx__ so happie carn't say...Or yOu KnOw Hu will say YoU kNoW wHat and in y0u_ Noee h0wz mannEr. Den Euee kNow WhiicH GuRls 'll dO yOu KnOw what n eUe noE wHIch gRoUp will Ue knoW wAds laHs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Eue noe hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111538799732054325?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111538799732054325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111538799732054325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111538799732054325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111538799732054325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/05/x0x0we-are-kai-xin-e-renx0x0.html' title='x0x0___We aRe tHe Kai Xin e ReN__x0x0'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111467808331673386</id><published>2005-04-28T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T06:48:48.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz...bu ke nen de!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Haiz...Todae is english de oral.....Iget mrs ong lorh( izzit mdm ong)wadever. Mdm Heng say someone in 6apples got 40/40 for mtoral siah...and its a girl. highest boy is oso 6apples...Muz be Joan-Na-Than :)&lt;br /&gt;I won't get 40/40 de! Istammer and miss out words in de passage lorhz. Den mdm heng say is register 3 de...than they say iz moi but iz NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Can't be lorhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111467808331673386?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111467808331673386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111467808331673386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111467808331673386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111467808331673386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/04/haizbu-ke-nen-de.html' title='Haiz...bu ke nen de!'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111459472898362208</id><published>2005-04-27T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T06:49:04.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dieded</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;jUz created this blogg....so first p0sT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE LE!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday juz hv Mother tongue Oral......I'm so so so so so so so dead!!! 一 won't get more than 10/40 de........&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow still have English Oral* feeelz like DiEiNg haiz...x(&lt;br /&gt;Wish m0ixx Lucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111459472898362208?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111459472898362208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111459472898362208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111459472898362208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111459472898362208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/04/dieded.html' title='dieded'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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-12355896.post-111422602829367183</id><published>2005-04-22T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T05:33:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>x___iin the mem0ries withh y0u___x</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiz. Die le lah! Yesterday Mt Oral....I dunno talk what rubbish...DIEDED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tomorrow still got English Oral....what the heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MT Oral definitely get 10/40 de! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Very shang xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12355896-111422602829367183?l=inthebestmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/111422602829367183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12355896&amp;postID=111422602829367183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111422602829367183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12355896/posts/default/111422602829367183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthebestmemories.blogspot.com/2005/04/xiin-mem0ries-withh-y0ux.html' title='x___iin the mem0ries withh y0u___x'/><author><name>Ëvēr|a§tinğ Ĺºvē...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02640070395050313260</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>
