<?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-2597709387088348977</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:16:45.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-169079805858370127</id><published>2007-09-06T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:58:17.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaye. I have decided to change my English blog to be the same as my personal blog. Im too lazy/busy (choose the one which sounds more appropriate to you) to keep up two blogs and i cant stand (anymore) to see a dead blog owned by me. So for future English assignments please click &lt;a href="http://allaloneintherain.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I don't think im gonna move my past assingments over though.&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/2597709387088348977-169079805858370127?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/169079805858370127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=169079805858370127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/169079805858370127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/169079805858370127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/09/okaye.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-6276672167995305511</id><published>2007-08-24T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:44:26.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ENGLISH EXPOSITION&lt;br /&gt;please take note to leave out the words in the brackets when marking thanks.&lt;br /&gt;(at this point in time i have totally no inspiration and its 2 and a half hours to midnight. wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's modern society, the importance of popularity has risen on the scales. To be popular, in today's context refers to being well-known &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; well-liked by one's peers, family or workplace colleagues. In dictionary.com definition, "popular" is defined as, regarded with favor, approval, or affection by people in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a person's  "level" of popularity deemed so important nowadays? (freak, no idea wht the following line should be. stoned for 5 mins alr.) Not only in school but in also workplaces and among our friends. What ever age we are, popularity (or the lack of it) will always affect our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school, exchanging gossips is a very prominent activity that everyone is involved in. The common misconception is that boys do not gossip. Maybe it was true in the past but it certainly isn't true in the present. In fact, most juicy gossip details come from the boys who did not need much persuading to exchange these gossips. Why talk about gossip when the original topic was about popularity? Typically, in school, gossip is all about people. About how who did what or who is with whom. And to reach that level where people even bother talking about what happened to you, one would have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FUCK THIS ESSAY SUCKS AND IM NOT GONNA COMPLETE IT. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-6276672167995305511?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6276672167995305511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=6276672167995305511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/6276672167995305511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/6276672167995305511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/08/english-exposition-please-take-note-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-3372732147926281370</id><published>2007-08-07T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:24:51.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SPEECH (an english blog assignment)</title><content type='html'>Good evening dear Principals and Board of Directors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to discuss the abolishment of school uniforms in our school. As you all already know, more and more secondary schools in Singapore have been following the steps of many American and European schools by abolishing the use of school uniforms. The abolishment of school uniforms will not only bring about a more colourful campus, but a change in attitude in the students too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abolishment of school uniforms also mean that the students will have the freedom to wear their own choice of clothes and the school will also have to come up with a reasonable dress code.&lt;br /&gt;Dress codes in most US schools usually include limits on skin exposure. They generally include prohibitions on clothing with tears or holes, exposure of undergarments, and anything that is obscene, gang-related, or unsafe. But i also feel that the school should not restrict the girls from wearing short skirts or from sleeveless tops. i understand that as students, we come to school, not only to gain wisdom in the various subjects, but also to learn morals and have a chance to have our character moulded by the school. The school may think that by allowing students to wear short skirts and sleeveless tops etc. may not be good for the school's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, i believe that the school is concerned for the students about the inconvenience of wearing certain types of clothes. But i feel that concerning this, it is really up to the students themselves. As students and young adults, we have a right to make our own decisions. We also need the space to grow and make mistakes. If wearing a certain item of clothing to school &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;inconvenienced or posed as a threat to school rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Verdana; color: red;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it would be wiser to let us try wearing it and then finding it out for ourselves and making the decision not to wear it again. Let's say the school does not allow short skirts for example, there will of course be students who feel the need to rebel against the school rules and will start wearing skirts that are much shorter than allowed. And thus the school will feel a need to punish these students as an example to the other students. Because of the stubborn character of most students at these ages, a vicious cycle will emerge with these students rebelling against the school rules and the teachers punishing them and "running" around trying to "catch" these rebellious students. Wouldn't it be much easier for the students to learn for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm sure that the school probably has concerns about a decrease in academic results with the abolishment of school uniforms, with worries that students may become more vain and spend less time on their studies. But after research done by the students, we have found that a study published in The Journal of Education Research by David L. Brunsma, stated that student uniforms neither improved attendance and discipline nor decreased drug use. According to Brunsma and Rockquemore, uniforms did not significantly improve academic performance or students' attitudes toward school, peer-group relations were not improved, and that uniforms had a negative effect on student attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days when students have PE lessons, the school can come up with a list of appropriate sportswear for the students so as to guide the students as to what to wear for PE and make it compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that my suggestions will be considered. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-3372732147926281370?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3372732147926281370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=3372732147926281370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/3372732147926281370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/3372732147926281370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-speech-english-blog-assignment.html' title='MY SPEECH (an english blog assignment)'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-3001623737536301689</id><published>2007-08-06T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:30:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT : ANGELA'S PHONE HAS BEEN STOLEN SO PLEASE DO NOT WASTE SMSES BY SMSING HER NUMBER TILL FURTHER NOTICE THANKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yes, my phone and my wallet (and many other important stuffs) has been stolen by some idiot malay with golden hair ( at least thats what ppl say ). not that im a racist or what. but if i could find that motherfckr i will bash him till his features become freakin unrecogniseable. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, on a much happier note, I FINALLY READ HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS  ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RrccRQStAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FMGcvyswA-w/s1600-h/n220417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RrccRQStAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FMGcvyswA-w/s320/n220417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095572586149773538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye, i think im gonna sound like im writing a book review but oh well, who cares since i like the book anyway (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im freakin pissed with JK Rowling for only using FIVE pages to describe harry's life nineteen years later after the "war"! and how come she didn't describe the wedding and stuffs?! hooooooowwww could she do this to all her harry potter fans??! D: yes im quite disappointed with the ending. but other than that, the book has been pretty much fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celeste lent it to me on saturday, the morning of the 2.4 run at east coast. and i finished reading it on sunday DDDD: totally not trying to boast about my reading speed or wht cos i know many ppl who finish it in a day. but the point is, MY EYES WERE PRACTICALLY GLUED TO THE BOOK THE WHOLE TIME PLEASE :D many funny parts in the book made me laugh(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow one of my favourite parts of the book was the part where Hermione and Ron finally kissed. which i think is pretty stupid cos it was pretty much in the middle of the "war" and the thing is, they spent practically SIX BOOKS pretending they didn't like each other and finally they "came clean" at the last book. they certainly took long enough(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book, if i don't remember wrongly, is about 647 pages, and to me, not long enough. I'm still grieving over the fact that, its finally the end and that there's no more harry potter stories to look forward toooooo DDDD: another thing i hated about the book was that so many freaking ppl died. but harry didnt obviously ;D so Mr tan's theory that JK Rowling would kill off harry so that no one can continue the series is WRONG ;D I'm kind of glad he lived((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, end of book review. im off to search for a replacement handphone.&lt;br /&gt;toodles &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l0vey0u!&lt;br /&gt;-angela*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its like you're permanently PMS-ing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-3001623737536301689?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3001623737536301689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=3001623737536301689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/3001623737536301689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/3001623737536301689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/08/announcement-angelas-phone-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RrccRQStAOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/FMGcvyswA-w/s72-c/n220417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-2342879782105012101</id><published>2007-07-28T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T14:24:06.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CIP at simei care centre ytd. it was a pretty nice place i guess. but we didn't do much or interact much with the residents thr. we were divided into two groups and half of us went into this room whr we helped to do some handicrafts. yupp(: this very particular old auntie taught us how to tie ribbons. sounds easy right? but not easy if you have to follow the extremely precise instructions of the old auntie T.T but i think she's actually a pretty nice person(: then bella took out her phone to take a pic of us all with the old auntie(: vanessa was like, the only person at another table and when she saw us taking photo she rushed over to take with us(: super cute please((: hahas :D we only took one photo though. i'll upload it whn vanessa sends it to me or smth(: thn we went back to this room which we first went into. waited for the other group and then we went home frm simei MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye, tht was a pretty lame attempt to revive this dead english blog. and i admit, i kop-ed the above paragraph from my personal blog. but i guess it doesn't matter cos in the end it was typed by me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of yesterday reminds me about the screwed up lit test after schl. let's not discuss it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l0vey0u!&lt;br /&gt;-angela*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-2342879782105012101?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2342879782105012101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=2342879782105012101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2342879782105012101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2342879782105012101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/07/cip-at-simei-care-centre-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-6396296681926128032</id><published>2007-04-27T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:20:18.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i really like old songs :D not old songs as in those in our parents generations or what but rather i meant those that we used to listen to when we were uh, arnd pri 6? those tht we used to like alot and listen to all day until they got replaced by newer songs. thr's just this beautiful sense of nostalgia tht makes you wna smile and tear at the same time. i think music is like such a big part of my life. every song i listen to seems to have some sort of personal meaning to me. it seems to transport me back to the time i kept listening to the song. to the many different stages of my life. those life changing ones and those not as significant ones. the times whr made lots of new friends. the times i lost my closest friends. the times i got my heartbroken. the times whr i thought i found love. the times i felt lost and hurt and really wanted to cry. thr's a special song for each and every one of those events. i love music. plus my latest addiction is jay chou's ke ai nv ren. its on repeat right now :D its one of my favourite old songs. brings back lots of memories too. memories tht no one wld understand but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想对你说&lt;br /&gt;却害怕都说错&lt;br /&gt;好喜欢你&lt;br /&gt;知不知道&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-6396296681926128032?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-5738695772305005016</id><published>2007-02-20T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:44:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Mile Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uDybmxbKf4Y' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uDybmxbKf4Y'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-5738695772305005016?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-3821975762961455451</id><published>2007-02-20T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:35:26.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okaye, so we're supposed to do a post on thoughts and feelings aftr watching the green mile. well, im not very good with words so i'll just try my best to write down my feelings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, some pics for a recap on the movie :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdqSA0ss-VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mXWTL06NbLQ/s1600-h/old+sparky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdqSA0ss-VI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mXWTL06NbLQ/s200/old+sparky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033496076383746386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp-ckss-TI/AAAAAAAAALk/iUfHJOM2Rek/s1600-h/wild+bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp-ckss-TI/AAAAAAAAALk/iUfHJOM2Rek/s200/wild+bill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033474562892560690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp-G0ss-SI/AAAAAAAAALY/BzayaKI9qyY/s1600-h/del+and+jingles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp-G0ss-SI/AAAAAAAAALY/BzayaKI9qyY/s200/del+and+jingles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033474189230405922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp9qUss-RI/AAAAAAAAALM/jEWiFL_123g/s1600-h/dead+man+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/Rdp9qUss-RI/AAAAAAAAALM/jEWiFL_123g/s200/dead+man+walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033473699604134162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, back to the words. and so, seriously this movie made me tear quite alot. but thn again im quite an emo person esp. whn it comes to watching movies/drama serials/etc. but still, this movie made me cry bucketfuls. evry time i go out of the TEN, my eyes are red red de. red frm crying/weeping/sobbing. hahas. okaye, i knw im exaggerating. sorrie &gt;.&lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye, many people died in this movie and i cried most during the parts whr they died (except for wild bill). everytime i see someone go on the electric chair, i cover my eyes cos i can't bear to look. and i think i keep crying bcos i keep imagining how i wld feel if i was the one on the electric chair. yes, my and my imagination. but seriously, imagine how YOU wld feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the first person who died was this guy called arlen bitterbuck. the movie didnt tell us wht he did tht he deserved to died but frm his expressions and everyth, i cld tell tht he was sorry and regretful for whtever he did wrong. i was appalled by the fact tht thr were audiences for all the executions. i mean, its bad enough tht the person's dying, you don't have to go watch like its some free show right? and i seriously don't get wht's so "fun" or interesting abt seeing a person die. i also cldn't believe tht they have rehersals for an execution. like wth =.="  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my favourite character frm the movie is :  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdqVBEss-WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q7Ej-rvcem0/s1600-h/the+mouse%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdqVBEss-WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/q7Ej-rvcem0/s200/the+mouse%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033499379213597026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse! hahas. just joking((: but the mouse is cute okay!(: actually i don't have a favourite character frm the movie. but honestly, the character john coffey really moved me. he sort of reminds me of a whale[: big but gentle and kind ;D it was really sad whn he died :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this movie isn't all sad(: thr are some hilarious parts like the first rehearsal for the executions. hahas. i don't think i shld elaborate yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, well i guess i have nothing more to say. but this movie is definitely on my favourites list[[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-3821975762961455451?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/3821975762961455451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=3821975762961455451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/3821975762961455451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIMPLE PLAN - Welcome To My Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before your life is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdmeKEss-NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/p8k8fYrJ9yw/s1600-h/heart+on+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdmeKEss-NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/p8k8fYrJ9yw/s200/heart+on+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033227954460358866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you might think i'm happy but i'm not gonna be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-4902167353981580910?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/4902167353981580910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=4902167353981580910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/4902167353981580910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/4902167353981580910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-plan-welcome-to-my-life-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdmeKEss-NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/p8k8fYrJ9yw/s72-c/heart+on+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-2155637090256709187</id><published>2007-02-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:38:01.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's valentine's day i received the most presents ;D which explains my happy mood today((: i got many presents frm many good friends[: here's some of the photos i took during a certain *ahem* uninteresting lesson. hahas ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpbkMmxfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DFsjD-wv-l0/s1600-h/Image%28658%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpbkMmxfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DFsjD-wv-l0/s200/Image%28658%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410762252731890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm seemui((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpTkMmxeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UHhu4X0WRew/s1600-h/Image%28657%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpTkMmxeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UHhu4X0WRew/s200/Image%28657%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410624813778402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm my tong2 zhuo1 &lt;b&gt;HUIYI&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpNkMmxdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NK309etbwPg/s1600-h/Image%28656%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpNkMmxdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NK309etbwPg/s200/Image%28656%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410521734563282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm nice class moniter keane(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpBEMmxcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TktUi_aNRdY/s1600-h/Image%28655%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpBEMmxcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/TktUi_aNRdY/s200/Image%28655%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410306986198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm teh lovely venicia((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMo6kMmxbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8a9aDRGyIJQ/s1600-h/Image%28654%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMo6kMmxbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8a9aDRGyIJQ/s200/Image%28654%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031410195317048754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute deslyn a.k.a xiao die si. hahas ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMouEMmxaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-4lsYRzeLQM/s1600-h/Image%28653%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMouEMmxaI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-4lsYRzeLQM/s200/Image%28653%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409980568683938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;darling &lt;b&gt;CHERYL&lt;/b&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMop0MmxZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mADIGBOWAeM/s1600-h/Image%28652%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMop0MmxZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/mADIGBOWAeM/s200/Image%28652%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409907554239890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sweet jo lynn :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMogkMmxYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C5KDCaMsUEs/s1600-h/Image%28651%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMogkMmxYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/C5KDCaMsUEs/s200/Image%28651%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409748640449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm prettaye &lt;b&gt;VANESSA&lt;/b&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoWUMmxXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZohI1_GsZ8I/s1600-h/Image%28650%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoWUMmxXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZohI1_GsZ8I/s200/Image%28650%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409572546790770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm &lt;b&gt;LEONGYING BABE!&lt;/b&gt; ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoSUMmxWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vL8rY6M7H5k/s1600-h/Image%28649%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoSUMmxWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vL8rY6M7H5k/s200/Image%28649%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409503827314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm nice natalie[[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoHUMmxVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hhhRYt4dS1Q/s1600-h/Image%28648%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoHUMmxVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hhhRYt4dS1Q/s200/Image%28648%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409314848752978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dear gina((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoC0MmxUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ggb94RRc98Y/s1600-h/Image%28647%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMoC0MmxUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ggb94RRc98Y/s200/Image%28647%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409237539341634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from &lt;b&gt;THE-CHIA-LOVER &lt;u&gt;RIANE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMn80MmxTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3dXsfuDsgvI/s1600-h/Image%28646%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMn80MmxTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/3dXsfuDsgvI/s200/Image%28646%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031409134460126514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm yuintheng dajie :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMnzEMmxSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a1Hc-cB1Qz0/s1600-h/Image%28645%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMnzEMmxSI/AAAAAAAAAGM/a1Hc-cB1Qz0/s200/Image%28645%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031408966956401954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm huiling to both me and huiyi((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMrLEMmxgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mbe5Nz3aeqA/s1600-h/Image%28642%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMrLEMmxgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/mbe5Nz3aeqA/s200/Image%28642%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031412677808145922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm DARLING &lt;b&gt;CELESTE&lt;/b&gt; :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. thnks to all who gave me presents today :D i don't think i have time to thnk everyone here but you knw who you are :D and also to those you wished me happy valentine's through sms etc. etc. thnks all! &lt;3&gt;ALINA who gave me a flower but it got squashed by one of the guys in my class so it was sent to the dustbin :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thr's this present tht was left on my table. it looks like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMsKkMmxhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xZDuTsIQM7c/s1600-h/Image%28644%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMsKkMmxhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xZDuTsIQM7c/s200/Image%28644%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031413768729839122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thr's nth written on it so i don't evn knw whthr its meant for me or not. or who it's frm in the first place. if anybody knws can tell me pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnks lots! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, valentine's day is gonna end in abt, um, 30 mins. this year's valentine's day has been wonderful for me. and i hope everyone else enjoyed their valentine's day too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye! &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-2155637090256709187?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2155637090256709187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=2155637090256709187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2155637090256709187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2155637090256709187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-d-this-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdMpbkMmxfI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DFsjD-wv-l0/s72-c/Image%28658%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-1655030028882240589</id><published>2007-02-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:20:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found a realy cute picture over the net and i really have to post it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdGs-kMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpPIxWKrwl4/s1600-h/baby_with_rattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030992449617970434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdGs-kMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpPIxWKrwl4/s320/baby_with_rattle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AWWW. ain't it cute? ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;valentine's day is tml! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;have fun everyone. bye! &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-1655030028882240589?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/1655030028882240589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=1655030028882240589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/1655030028882240589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/1655030028882240589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-found-realy-cute-picture-over-net-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hy_oony1BBE/RdGs-kMmxQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/kpPIxWKrwl4/s72-c/baby_with_rattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-8684047255169394626</id><published>2007-02-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:23:39.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOJO - Too Little, Too Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me&lt;br /&gt;Stay the night&lt;br /&gt;Just say the words but boy it don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do ya expect me to say &lt;/b&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you say you've changed&lt;br /&gt;But boy you know your begging don't fool me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because to you it's just a game &lt;/b&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Cause time has made me strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to move on&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say this now&lt;br /&gt;Your chance has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;And you know...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeaaahhh... It's just too little too late... Mhmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was young&lt;br /&gt;And in love&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;Go find someone else&lt;br /&gt;And letting you go&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving myself&lt;br /&gt;You got a problem&lt;br /&gt;But don't come asking me for help&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love with all of my heart, baby&lt;br /&gt;I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give)&lt;br /&gt;With a player like you I don't have a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That's the way to live&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh... mmm nooo&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;Yeaahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's just too little too late &lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;So be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-8684047255169394626?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8684047255169394626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=8684047255169394626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/8684047255169394626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/8684047255169394626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/jojo-lyrics-too-little-too-late-verse-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-5256357432373097317</id><published>2007-02-07T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:15:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;GWEN STEFANI - THE SWEET ESCAPE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;I would, but first of all let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's your fault&lt;/b&gt; you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place as my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, Now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You let me down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my lowest boiling point&lt;br /&gt;Come help me out&lt;br /&gt;I need to get me out of this joint&lt;br /&gt;Come on, let's bounce&lt;br /&gt;Counting on you to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;Instead of clowning around let's look for some common ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby, &lt;b&gt;times getting a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a little lazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to come save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can see that you're angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the you treat me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Want to take you with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place as my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;Whohoe, whihoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor&lt;br /&gt;It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could escape&lt;br /&gt;And re-create a place in my own world&lt;br /&gt;And I could be your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;Forever, perfectly together&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be sweet&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been a real bad girl&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for you to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Forever, we can make it better&lt;br /&gt;Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-5256357432373097317?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5256357432373097317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=5256357432373097317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/5256357432373097317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/5256357432373097317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/02/gwen-stefani-sweet-escape-if-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-5466926336660493773</id><published>2007-01-26T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:42:10.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i took forever to do my last post. i have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-5466926336660493773?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/5466926336660493773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=5466926336660493773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/5466926336660493773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/5466926336660493773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-9109132787964565051</id><published>2007-01-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:39:40.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mr tan says we have to do a blog post over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the topic is :&lt;br /&gt;"My Music - My World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;br /&gt;its not a very difficult topic. seeing that i love music[: but im not refering to the kind of music that the lower secondary pupils take as a subject. that kind of "music" really ruins my day. the so called "music" lessons just aim to stifle our creativity. music is supposed to be for enjoyment and/or entertainment. but what we used to do in english class, is just listen to the teacher explain about instruments. like who on earth cares about the origins of some indian instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, my favourite music comprises of mostly slow songs. [: mostly chinese but quite a number of english songs too[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually listen to jay chou's songs[: i can't say im a fan of his but i really like to listen to his songs. his songs are very meaningful and the lyrics just give me alot to think about. for example, 听妈妈的话 which is a song that he dedicated to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't live without music. seriously. if i had to lose one of my five senses, and i had a choice of which one to lose, i would nvr evr choose to lose my hearing. i think i wld die within 3 days. evn whn doing homework, i have to turn on my mp3/radio/computer/hi-fi set to listen to music if not i wun be able to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if mr tan doesn't like &lt;u&gt;POP&lt;/u&gt; music, thats too bad. just down give me low grades cos you don't like pop. thnks &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-9109132787964565051?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/9109132787964565051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=9109132787964565051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/9109132787964565051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/9109132787964565051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/mr-tan-says-we-have-to-do-blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-6329944196422206731</id><published>2007-01-20T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:06:31.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, mr tan told us to do a post on nuts. or anyth we want.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll post on nuts. but the only thing tht i can think abt for the topic is tht;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SCHOOL HAS GONE NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i admit, its not original. i copied the sentence frm my junior's blog. hahas. but i honestly agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;all the new schl rules. spastic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;no food or &lt;u&gt;DRINKS&lt;/u&gt; out of the canteen. like wth wth wth. its so ______. fill in your own negative word. haixxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, &lt;u&gt;NOMOREDRAWSTRINGS&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i get the feeling tht the schl is on a mission to make us look as toot as possible in a uniform. hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, &lt;u&gt;NOSKIPPINGOFCCA&lt;/u&gt; grahh. wht if one day, you don't feel like going for CCA. wht if you got a headache tht day and you just decide to skip CCA? the schl makes you choke up money to buy and MC bcos a parents letter is, NOT ACCEPTABLE. thnks alot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only ONE PARENT LETTER per smester. wht the hell are you supposed to do whn 2 of your relatives die in the same semester and have different dates for their funereals? tell me wht the hell is a student supposed to do? go buy an MC and LIE? say tht oh we got fever and who-knws-wht. and make the doctor lie for you too? this is honestly STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cld go on for a long time but im not gna continue and waste energy blogging abt the retarded rules the schl comes out with. i have btr things to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-6329944196422206731?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/6329944196422206731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=6329944196422206731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/6329944196422206731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/6329944196422206731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-mr-tan-told-us-to-do-post-on-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-8228119110603110057</id><published>2007-01-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:47:29.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its finally friday! [: this week has been a long week and im seriously tired right now. it has been an interesting week though. making new friends because of our new classes. my classmates all seem nice. and i added almost everyone on msn. im sorry if i missed out anyone. just add me if i forgot to add you[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say already. i guess i'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-8228119110603110057?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/8228119110603110057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=8228119110603110057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/8228119110603110057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/8228119110603110057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-finally-friday-this-week-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-2920277866053844434</id><published>2007-01-11T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:46:08.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i'm at my cousin's house now. i don't have homework today! [x changed my blogsong for the third time again! heh ;D this song i heard from my cousin's new mp3. in came together with the mp3. and i fell in love with it( the song not the mp3). so now its my blogsong!&lt;br /&gt;got to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-2920277866053844434?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/2920277866053844434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=2920277866053844434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2920277866053844434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/2920277866053844434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-im-at-my-cousins-house-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2597709387088348977.post-401127466859346363</id><published>2007-01-06T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:06:41.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my new English blog for mr tan's lesson. hope it's alright. [:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2597709387088348977-401127466859346363?l=stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/feeds/401127466859346363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2597709387088348977&amp;postID=401127466859346363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/401127466859346363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2597709387088348977/posts/default/401127466859346363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stopthe-obsession.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-my-new-english-blog-for-mr-tans.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02598296353556541029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7SvyPQRnWxI/TdzWMo5duMI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/d5THkugLakQ/s220/P3011490edit2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
