<?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-9020186</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:35:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST HERE.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111112607197915378</id><published>2005-03-18T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T14:07:51.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEFORE I REALLY OFFICIALLY GET OUT OF THIS BLOG..&lt;br /&gt;and junk this aside and get on with my new blog..&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog the last time here.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! i love this blog so much.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SO MUCH CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam house, class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 2 girls went.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EATING.EATING.EATING.&lt;br /&gt;CHATTING.CHATTING.CHATTING.&lt;br /&gt;ROTTING.ROTTING.ROTTING.&lt;br /&gt;SWINGING.SWINGING.SWINGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SAM. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: LOUEE MUMM had a NOSE JOB. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111112607197915378?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111112607197915378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111112607197915378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/before-i-really-officially-get-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111106888814744110</id><published>2005-03-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:14:48.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off.</title><content type='html'>officially outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back fresh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111106888814744110?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111106888814744110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111106888814744110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/off.html' title='off.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111105043371043554</id><published>2005-03-17T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T17:07:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can't BANG undo.</title><content type='html'>sam house.&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badbad morning.&lt;br /&gt;NO LAKSA. :(&lt;br /&gt;only fried noodles.&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;sadsadsad.&lt;br /&gt;BANG SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty world for lunch with dewei.&lt;br /&gt;town for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;happyhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;super big fat grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday present,&lt;br /&gt;my volcom top. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;thanks BANGBANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGBANGdot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111105043371043554?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111105043371043554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111105043371043554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-cant-bang-undo.html' title='you can&apos;t &lt;b&gt;BANG&lt;/b&gt; undo.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111098760559149782</id><published>2005-03-16T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:40:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;BANG!!//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big fat grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIEMEI! BANG FUNNY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111098760559149782?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111098760559149782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111098760559149782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/bang.html' title='BANG!'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111097093627254758</id><published>2005-03-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T19:02:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rights to bring you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;haunting?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;self-stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i want.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with you. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111097093627254758?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111097093627254758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111097093627254758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-rights-to-bring-you-down.html' title='my rights to bring you down.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111096481615761539</id><published>2005-03-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:20:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my empty page.</title><content type='html'>my empty page. XD&lt;br /&gt;no one is filling it up.&lt;br /&gt;no one is trying to ruin my beautiful empty page.&lt;br /&gt;goodgood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun burnt my skin.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;it'll fade away. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry remedial with mrs CHEN.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;i dislike her.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;people around me is funny.&lt;br /&gt;melvin is biting my head off.&lt;br /&gt;dewei is sucha extra. :x&lt;br /&gt;JJ is smelling and polluting the air. :x&lt;br /&gt;cindy is irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;funny people.&lt;br /&gt;funny smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to FAJAR SEC..&lt;br /&gt;to watch softball match.&lt;br /&gt;hot and burning.&lt;br /&gt;burnt me so much.&lt;br /&gt;burnt me badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;i hate that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my empty page. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111096481615761539?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111096481615761539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111096481615761539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-empty-page.html' title='my empty page.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111089465529504543</id><published>2005-03-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:50:55.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>undiscovered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the 4th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blogged 4 times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addict&lt;/strong&gt;. yes, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is school tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big fat frown//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.sad.sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my patience is running low.&lt;br /&gt;i hate your naggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it now, i hate it &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111089465529504543?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111089465529504543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111089465529504543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/undiscovered.html' title='undiscovered.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111089336149043195</id><published>2005-03-15T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:29:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6590259_4d322a2767_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my negative red glasses, i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/6590260_ad8e7c1129_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my double chocolate. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6590261_4c6951ea3e_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angels. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6590263_6dd550e22a_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wallet, the white.&lt;br /&gt;the pink is with sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't steal my wallet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111089336149043195?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111089336149043195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111089336149043195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-negative-red-glasses-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111071239451366916</id><published>2005-03-15T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:42:50.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love gone wrong.</title><content type='html'>maybe i should hate you for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touching my heart&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;taking my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;store memories&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ruin my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deceiving me&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;deceiving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorrow&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111071239451366916?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111071239451366916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111071239451366916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-gone-wrong.html' title='love gone wrong.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111086780322506687</id><published>2005-03-15T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:23:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read past entries again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally &lt;strong&gt;was &lt;/strong&gt;in love.&lt;br /&gt;totally crazy.&lt;br /&gt;totally silly.&lt;br /&gt;totally crappy.&lt;br /&gt;totally an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111086780322506687?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111086780322506687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111086780322506687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/yumyum.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111080041916153937</id><published>2005-03-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T21:04:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUTSHOUTSHOUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where is my voice//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA:&lt;br /&gt;CLONIE!&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i'm chaotarr too.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;talk about coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;i'm all cheered up WITH YOU all cheered up.&lt;br /&gt;that's our connection what.&lt;br /&gt;in case you totally have no idea what connection i'm talking abt..&lt;br /&gt;im talkin abt..&lt;br /&gt;me and you always same same.&lt;br /&gt;understand, blurking?&lt;br /&gt;i know, you guys will be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;so no worries please.&lt;br /&gt;NOW..&lt;br /&gt;it's me not being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's me not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;it's me trying to fall.&lt;br /&gt;it's me trying to bring myself down.&lt;br /&gt;it's all me doing the bad.&lt;br /&gt;i'll kill that bad me inside.&lt;br /&gt;remember?&lt;br /&gt;i'm the concrete angel.&lt;br /&gt;the concretes are just loosen.&lt;br /&gt;i'll stick it back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5TH MUMM:&lt;br /&gt;HI DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to me talking abt HIMHIM over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;that's the only way to make myself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your patience bebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JELLY:&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;so surprised to get that lil msg there.&lt;br /&gt;so touched. :)&lt;br /&gt;i feel better.&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;it's just,&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;you guys are just SOOO SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be vomitting.&lt;br /&gt;if i ever wanna vomit, i'll come to you and you'll kill that idiot,&lt;br /&gt;alrite?&lt;br /&gt;hehhe. EBIL EBIL gotta be EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;em&gt;WHAT-LYNNE-NEEDS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and many more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111080041916153937?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111080041916153937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111080041916153937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/shoutshoutshout.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111079897997961019</id><published>2005-03-14T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:16:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better off in every way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;HELLO. ME, MR K L MOO AT YOUR SERVICE FOR BUS NUMBER 188.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;interesting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY. &lt;strong&gt;LYNNE WONG YONG LIN&lt;/strong&gt; IS OKAY NOW. SHE WAS JUST HAVING MOODSWINGS. &lt;em&gt;EXPECT MORE TO COME THOUGH&lt;/em&gt;. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELAXED YET TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and 5th mumm wenta to &lt;em&gt;CDANS&lt;/em&gt; for tanning.&lt;br /&gt;we're now &lt;em&gt;chaotarr &lt;/em&gt;human.&lt;br /&gt;only for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th mumm looked so smart with her new glasses.&lt;br /&gt;dao yet smart.&lt;br /&gt;red, dao, smart.&lt;br /&gt;she's going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CDANS:&lt;br /&gt;weird people go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;including me and pat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relaxing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after tanning went to JP to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;badmemoriesbadmemories//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; criticise people &lt;em&gt;badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;horribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;terribly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;disgustingly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked around and rot at McCAFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rotting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hobby.&lt;br /&gt;won't be a lazyarsehole. &lt;em&gt;(or asscracko)..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays kids..&lt;br /&gt;sighs//&lt;br /&gt;DIAO AT ME CAN?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've a big heart with narrow veins.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;DIRT.&lt;br /&gt;DIRT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111079897997961019?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111079897997961019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111079897997961019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/better-off-in-every-way.html' title='better off in every way.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111071086635370191</id><published>2005-03-13T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:47:46.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;obsession with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talking to my blog//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy me//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad me//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rotten me//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun TAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;funny tric//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rotten me//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dotdotdots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredouttamymind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111071086635370191?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111071086635370191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111071086635370191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-name.html' title='your name.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111070522249198643</id><published>2005-03-13T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:13:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ificouldonlyletyouknow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; leave now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;there were times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;i'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;somehow..&lt;br /&gt;i only,&lt;br /&gt;wanted to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I could only let you know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give up everything i own,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more day with you.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;i could not let it pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;if i make every sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;br /&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you told me,&lt;br /&gt;i froze.&lt;br /&gt;it still echoes,&lt;br /&gt;in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I love you',&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I could only let you know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give up everything i own,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more day with you.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;i could not let it pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;if i make every sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;br /&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody told me we'd only get one chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didn't know that our tide would turn so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;why we have to say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if I could only let you know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give up everything i own,&lt;br /&gt;for just one more day with you.&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing i wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;i could not let it pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;if i make every sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not let it pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;nothing I give to sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;to bring me back your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet in another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could live twice..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111070522249198643?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111070522249198643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111070522249198643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/ificouldonlyletyouknow.html' title='ificouldonlyletyouknow..'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111069389868469950</id><published>2005-03-13T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:04:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he ruined my past.</title><content type='html'>hmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept without my phone last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no flicking of red light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no flicking of red light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry clonie.&lt;br /&gt;didn't reply ur msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone not with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;phone not with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i repeating everything??&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of..&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIT HEAD.//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry 5th mumm.&lt;br /&gt;please hit my head soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daniel mumm.&lt;br /&gt;2 cakes and 2 lolis please. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111069389868469950?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111069389868469950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111069389868469950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/he-ruined-my-past.html' title='he ruined my past.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111063598039775778</id><published>2005-03-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T21:59:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i let you go, the way i didn't want it to be.</title><content type='html'>not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; not enough.&lt;br /&gt;still not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept for 17 hours. :/&lt;br /&gt;not enough.&lt;br /&gt;need more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;need more of 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;slept for 17 hours yet i still have migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;arghs//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the motive of this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;have a&lt;em&gt; BIG FUCK BREAK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meaning,&lt;br /&gt;rotrotrot.&lt;br /&gt;:D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be a&lt;em&gt; lazyarsehole&lt;/em&gt; soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111063598039775778?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111063598039775778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111063598039775778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-let-you-go-way-i-didnt-want-it-to-be.html' title='i let you go, the way i didn&apos;t want it to be.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111054469753944869</id><published>2005-03-11T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:38:17.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i forced myself to forget you.</title><content type='html'>:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;migraine killed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking too much choked me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeahyeah. &lt;em&gt;hit head//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a maths common test.&lt;br /&gt;no comments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chiu is sick.&lt;br /&gt;veri sick in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school.&lt;br /&gt;off to sam's house.&lt;br /&gt;had loads of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT 5th mumm?&lt;br /&gt;we're screaming our lungs out there when we're playin PS.&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks we're retarded.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;we're retarded.&lt;br /&gt;ate like 1000 meals a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATFATFAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funfun.&lt;br /&gt;cheers to their crappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to WALK home.&lt;br /&gt;pat, dewei, ray followed..&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;took cab and now i'm here,&lt;br /&gt;blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;C.A.&lt;br /&gt;nne.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;off//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111054469753944869?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111054469753944869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111054469753944869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-forced-myself-to-forget-you.html' title='i forced myself to forget you.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111046511721771004</id><published>2005-03-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:31:57.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dewei is pissed for me pinching him &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;his sms is all in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAPS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're feeling &lt;strong&gt;physical&lt;/strong&gt; pain when i pinch you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling &lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt; pain when you suan or 'insult' me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is more pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debate over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111046511721771004?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111046511721771004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111046511721771004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/dewei-is-pissed-for-me-pinching-him.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111045978676092633</id><published>2005-03-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:03:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and here. here? here! here. there. here. here. and here. and here. and there. and here. and there. here. here? here!!</title><content type='html'>here. and here. and here. and here. here. here.&lt;br /&gt;here? here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i cheered up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mumm just brought me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;arghhs//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111045978676092633?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111045978676092633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111045978676092633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-here-here-here-here-there-here.html' title='and here. here? here! here. there. here. here. and here. and here. and there. and here. and there. here. here? here!!'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111045194078514110</id><published>2005-03-10T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:13:01.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tangled mess.</title><content type='html'>THE LIE:&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PENKNIFES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TRUTH:&lt;br /&gt;I'M AFRAID OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; before recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sight of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;makes me &lt;em&gt;soooo&lt;/em&gt; sick inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sight of &lt;em&gt;THAT HIM&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;made me all &lt;em&gt;tangled&lt;/em&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;figure out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really in that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tangled mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bebe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia. hope you really feel better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this is your &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;guardian(fallen)&lt;/span&gt; angel saying that&lt;br /&gt;even if things seem a lil bit &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; where you are right now,&lt;br /&gt;from up here,&lt;br /&gt;you looked pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; tangled&lt;/span&gt; mess that's got you worried?&lt;br /&gt;it's just a &lt;em&gt;dark&lt;/em&gt; cloud...&lt;br /&gt;and there's a &lt;strong&gt;rainbow&lt;/strong&gt; on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRIN//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks clonie for that. it helped. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she drew those angels are so pretty cannnn?!&lt;br /&gt;sad..&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a scanner. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a :) on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;she had a :D on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;my drawing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plaza after school with guardian angel and pinky angel.&lt;br /&gt;was worried for the fallen angel for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sighs//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang around for awhile and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;caos//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs there.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;small thin grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO TRICIA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia. thanks for that card. veri sweeeeeet bebe!&lt;br /&gt;we'll cheer up together okay?&lt;br /&gt;don't worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;everything is gonna be fine, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;it's just a common test.&lt;br /&gt;we'll study together ok?&lt;br /&gt;crack out brain and bones together.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there like how you were there for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head hurts so much with so many people hitting my head when i think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: louis' stomach is SO FUCK bloated. XP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111045194078514110?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111045194078514110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111045194078514110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/tangled-mess.html' title='tangled mess.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111037351960217836</id><published>2005-03-09T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:05:19.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT cold key.</title><content type='html'>mouth burning.&lt;br /&gt;too much chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chilli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big fat grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big fat grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;small grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;big fat grin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;em&gt;happily&lt;/em&gt; numbed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111037351960217836?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111037351960217836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111037351960217836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-cold-key.html' title='THAT cold key.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111036080920269513</id><published>2005-03-09T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:33:29.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i needa be shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;strong&gt;TOO &lt;/strong&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;i bother &lt;strong&gt;TOO &lt;/strong&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;i care &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;i see &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;i want &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;i need &lt;strong&gt;TOO &lt;/strong&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my diamond coffin//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111036080920269513?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111036080920269513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111036080920269513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-needa-be-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111035982893053670</id><published>2005-03-09T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:24:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURST MY HEART.</title><content type='html'>my mumm wants to shoot me down, &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply dislike mr. chiu now.&lt;br /&gt;getting &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;worst.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never ever he will return the paper to us. &lt;em&gt;arghh//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slapped 2 &lt;em&gt;fuckas&lt;/em&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dewei and raymond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't intend to though.&lt;br /&gt;my hands just. &lt;em&gt;slap//.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked sick for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;i don't look sick for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;need some power..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;short one for today.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 4 from our class went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grinning//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hang around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;writing this.&lt;br /&gt;and my eyelids are soo heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRY IT OPEN//&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope tricia gets well soon.&lt;br /&gt;miss your crappiness &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111035982893053670?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111035982893053670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111035982893053670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/burst-my-heart.html' title='&lt;B&gt;BURST MY HEART.&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111029216120194526</id><published>2005-03-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T22:29:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a &lt;strong&gt;bad thing&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad thing&lt;/strong&gt; to be haunted by &lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;memories&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plusme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;plusme which once were a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; which i thought is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111029216120194526?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111029216120194526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111029216120194526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-bad-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111027767008021529</id><published>2005-03-08T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:09:10.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i admit, you're missed now and then, but you will never care.</title><content type='html'>my body is going to &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;em&gt;exhaustion. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sitting beside sam and he sneeze real&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; thunder-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everytime he sneezed once, my heart &lt;em&gt;jumped&lt;/em&gt; once.&lt;br /&gt;impact is &lt;strong&gt;B I G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he's having a flu. so pls imagine how many times he sneezed and how many times my heart jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole told me something that haunts me so much.&lt;br /&gt;she'll be wondering what she told me. :x&lt;br /&gt;lil blur girl, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;MY HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK &lt;em&gt;TOO&lt;/em&gt; MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK &lt;em&gt;TOO&lt;/em&gt; MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mumbles//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells are all &lt;em&gt;used &lt;/em&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;we have this intensive a maths remedial. &lt;em&gt;i called it intensive as it's killing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;me and my lil angel is going to die and we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;escaped out of the remedial. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;running like crazy can??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i must say, we did have fun bonding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"-ilu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE KNOWS THAT IT'S "I LOVE YOU", RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crowds say yes//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son didn't get what the &lt;em&gt;fuck&lt;/em&gt; is that and announce it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loud in the study area.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i didn't brought you up.&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches seeing that guitar being craved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread to take my common tests results.&lt;br /&gt;or even to take a maths common test on friday.&lt;br /&gt;kills the mood of last day of the term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;choppedchoppedchopped//&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm exhausted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with the taste of retardness. :x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111027767008021529?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111027767008021529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111027767008021529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-admit-youre-missed-now-and-then-but.html' title='i admit, you&apos;re missed now and then, &lt;BR&gt;but you will &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; care.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111020433190393957</id><published>2005-03-07T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:05:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because of you, i don't know how to let anyone else in.</title><content type='html'>i've a fear.&lt;br /&gt;i fear that my chin will dislocated one day with the both tricia-s around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hung up with PEISHANPEISHAN.&lt;br /&gt;my percentage of dislocating my chin is higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody's butt is going to be cut soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111020433190393957?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111020433190393957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111020433190393957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/because-of-you-i-dont-know-how-to-let.html' title='because of you, i don&apos;t know how to let anyone else in.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111018956054911718</id><published>2005-03-07T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:59:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me take back my life i'd rather be all alone.</title><content type='html'>bebe. yes. bebe. :x&lt;br /&gt;sounds like calling your bf sia.&lt;br /&gt;-shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;leave me alone. i want to live my life the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our photo-taking today. i think it'll turn out horrible.&lt;br /&gt;i smile soooo fake. like those kana forced out that kind. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drama class 4/2 is having a drama queen. CINDY TEH.&lt;br /&gt;god she made a big show just now. -grin-&lt;br /&gt;4/2 rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to PEISHANPEISHAN: 5th mumm is forever so blur cannn?! hope you're feeling better bebe. :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to TRICIA: hello bebe. :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111018956054911718?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111018956054911718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111018956054911718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-me-take-back-my-life-id-rather-be.html' title='let me take back my life i&apos;d rather be all alone.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111011819608823102</id><published>2005-03-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:09:56.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks for ACTING like you care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F U C K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad language,&lt;em&gt; sorry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111011819608823102?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111011819608823102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111011819608823102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/thanks-for-acting-like-you-care.html' title='thanks for &lt;B&gt;ACTING&lt;/b&gt; like you care.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111009549283883065</id><published>2005-03-06T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:51:32.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;downs&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/9020186-111009549283883065?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111009549283883065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111009549283883065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-ups.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111008848196663654</id><published>2005-03-06T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T13:54:41.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aftermath with tricia.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE YOU BEBE. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x:x:x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111008848196663654?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111008848196663654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111008848196663654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/aftermath-with-tricia.html' title='aftermath with tricia.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-111002752278431630</id><published>2005-03-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:43:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you bebe, i love you bebe.  i need you bebe, i want you bebe.</title><content type='html'>what a crappie title i got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do proper blogging now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at some&lt;em&gt; idiotic&lt;/em&gt; time by a msg.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could have a nice warm sleep but the msg woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like. &lt;strong&gt;WTF?&lt;/strong&gt; replied it with a &lt;em&gt;horrible&lt;/em&gt; tone and went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;den PEISHANPEISHAN msg me. no nice sleep for me. &lt;em&gt;-shakes my head-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forced myself to get up and msged clonie.&lt;br /&gt;she said she wants to come over as she's lazy to go home.&lt;br /&gt;she came with foodiefoodiee!! i'm like a giant eating so much.&lt;br /&gt;we laughed sooooo much at home that when we went lot1 to meet PEISHANPEISHAN, we're dead. &lt;em&gt;well. what are we laughing?? our crappiness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went PEISHANPEISHAN and took 190 to town.&lt;br /&gt;long sleepy journey for me.&lt;br /&gt;reached town and i'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;3 lost sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;i bet people will be wondering why are those idoits so lost. &lt;em&gt;hmmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had lots of laughters.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BEBE!!!! ehehehe. they will know what i'm talking.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT YOU BEBE. &lt;em&gt;-in a sexy tone- -shivers-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA CLONIE and LAUGHING GAS!! she infected PEISHANPEISHAN so much.&lt;br /&gt;all 3 of us are LAUGHING OUR ASSES OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how i wish i could bang the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEISHAN AND HER FUNNY ACTIONS AND FUNNY LAUGHTER!&lt;br /&gt;PEISHAN FIGHTING WITH MANGO GIRLS. :x&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA AND HER LAUGHING GAS.&lt;br /&gt;ME AND MY SILENT LAUGHTER.&lt;br /&gt;THE 3 ANGELS WALKING AROUND IN CRICLES.&lt;br /&gt;THE LOST SHEEPS.&lt;br /&gt;THE ANGELS ROCKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ME. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;brought pressiess.&lt;br /&gt;A BLUR MAMBO SALESMAN totally forgot to take the tag out. or censor shits.&lt;br /&gt;eat at OJ. tricia ate soo much.&lt;br /&gt;making fun of couples couples. :x&lt;br /&gt;fun trip on the way home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; we could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; we could take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; we could retrace every wrong move that we&lt;br /&gt;made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only&lt;/em&gt; we could live twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-111002752278431630?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111002752278431630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/111002752278431630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-you-bebe-i-love-you-bebe-i-need.html' title='i miss you bebe, i love you bebe. &lt;BR&gt; i need you bebe, i want you bebe.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110999509005253846</id><published>2005-03-05T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T11:58:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go and never looking back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've being laughing ever since tricia came. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY AH? CALL POLICE AH!&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;she just laughed at me. HMPH!!!&lt;br /&gt;she said i read the letter like wanna eat the letter lytt. HAHAHHA. ok shhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's trying to balance on my chair.&lt;br /&gt;FALL!&lt;br /&gt;later take neoprint. later take neoprint. HAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M FALLING!!!! (i'm felling!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaie. &lt;em&gt;-caos-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know no one understands this shits. you're not suppose to. -GRINNING-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO TOWN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110999509005253846?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110999509005253846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110999509005253846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/letting-go-and-never-looking-back.html' title='letting go and never looking back.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110995143880527244</id><published>2005-03-04T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T23:50:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new story line.</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!! my head is cracked up now. and now the layout is done. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;codes from &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;blahblahblah&lt;/em&gt;. i don't wanna nag about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my chemistry and history paper today.&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO. that's all i'm going to say. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG BOOHOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school rushed to westmall to watch &lt;em&gt;'HITCH'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-GRINNING-&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it. i mean. i &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;NO loving for the time-being.&lt;br /&gt;no risking of opening the heart.&lt;br /&gt;LET ME ENJOY AND STUDY AND GO THROUGH MY SHITS ALONE. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or with my angels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway!&lt;/span&gt; it's nicee. &lt;strong&gt;WATCH IT PLS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me laugh like shits. but i was pissed with the people behind. &lt;em&gt;they need a flying shoe to hit their &lt;strong&gt;fucked up&lt;/strong&gt; heads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawns. off. gotta go town tml. ::)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110995143880527244?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110995143880527244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110995143880527244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/whole-new-story-line.html' title='a whole new story line.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110985852079985409</id><published>2005-03-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:05:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up. shut up. shut up.</title><content type='html'>i sent EBIL a super lame msg.&lt;br /&gt;she threw a pillow at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blamed PEISHANPEISHAN for having her name under the letter 'm' and made me send to the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got an unknown person telling me she changed her no. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nearly suffocated under the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored from studying. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is having a big confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110985852079985409?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110985852079985409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110985852079985409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/shut-up-shut-up-shut-up.html' title='shut up. shut up. shut up.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110983921058427464</id><published>2005-03-03T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:40:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he never made me feel like i was special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-BIG BIG FAT GRIN-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(no mask!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel relaxed yet not.&lt;br /&gt;my heart felt so free after sooo damn long.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm in my nov days when i can rot and die in the sun and rain.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT before everything came onto me and bringing me down. &lt;em&gt;-choppedchoppedchopped-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is killing me. the stress is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hating the fact that my mind wants you but my heart detests you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;human greediness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying for &lt;em&gt;carelessness &lt;/em&gt;in physics.&lt;br /&gt;social studies cramped my finger from writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went out of class without permission.&lt;br /&gt;got caught and had to stand outside for an hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE PUNISHMENT BY MR CHIU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i wasn't alone.&lt;br /&gt;CLONIE WAS WITH ME!! :)) &lt;em&gt;(we nearly fall together rem?) woooooahhh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour of boliao-ness.&lt;br /&gt;an hour of crappiness.&lt;br /&gt;an hour of the song &lt;em&gt;'take your sweet time'&lt;/em&gt;. it's just tooo stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late for lesson after recess.&lt;br /&gt;made mrs koor nagged like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;-GRIN- that's what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;DEBATE over my son. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my son, my paper, my wire, my road, my neighbourhood, my shits, my water, my plastic bag, my school, my trees... it's going on and on. DAVINA HAS SWEET VOICE. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he wasn't..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110983921058427464?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110983921058427464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110983921058427464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/he-never-made-me-feel-like-i-was.html' title='he never made me feel like i was special.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110977133042030007</id><published>2005-03-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:48:50.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i erase what you meant to me.</title><content type='html'>a punch.&lt;br /&gt;a hit.&lt;br /&gt;unworthy shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia: -BIGBIGFATGRIN-&lt;br /&gt;dewei: WEEEETIEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;peishan: :xx PEISHAN PEISHAN!!&lt;br /&gt;daniel mumm: are you okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110977133042030007?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110977133042030007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110977133042030007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-erase-what-you-meant-to-me.html' title='i erase what you meant to me.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110975176145289915</id><published>2005-03-02T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T21:55:16.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you go, i won't think of you. when you're gone, i won't miss you.</title><content type='html'>i &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; out all of my tears to stop the &lt;em&gt;pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so &lt;em&gt;numbed&lt;/em&gt; at 1st. but when i'm alone trying to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;everything sank in. and that's when i feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;i msged BK, she's worried sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept after telling tricia that i'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;and wenta sleep with my &lt;em&gt;tear-stained&lt;/em&gt; pillow,&lt;br /&gt;mumbling to myself that &lt;em&gt;i'm strong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up by those thunders.&lt;br /&gt;got a msg from him that i didn't receive last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretended&lt;/em&gt; nothing happen and off to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;day-dreaming&lt;/em&gt; through english paper.&lt;br /&gt;e maths &lt;em&gt;killed&lt;/em&gt; me and &lt;em&gt;replaced my pain with rage&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i got so pissed with the paper. i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by tricia's file.&lt;br /&gt;my lip bled.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to gladys.&lt;br /&gt;that 'kiss' had a &lt;em&gt;big impact&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like a fake.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i wore back my mask.&lt;br /&gt;that pain will go away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: thanks for the tags. i'll be okay. ::)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110975176145289915?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110975176145289915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110975176145289915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-go-i-wont-think-of-you-when.html' title='if you go, i won&apos;t think of you. when you&apos;re gone, i won&apos;t miss you.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110968432833792210</id><published>2005-03-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:38:48.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you break it well. break it good.</title><content type='html'>you break me well.&lt;br /&gt;you break me good.&lt;br /&gt;i know letting go isn't easy,&lt;br /&gt;but i'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing we created, that we built with our own hands,&lt;br /&gt;has turned into something i barely recognize.&lt;br /&gt;i call it love, but i do not know if you would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll erase what you mean to me and make this heartache end, even if it's killing me slowly, bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i ever hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for choking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;this is never meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bleeding, but i'll pull it through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110968432833792210?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110968432833792210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110968432833792210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-break-it-well-break-it-good.html' title='you break it well. break it good.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110966141406196698</id><published>2005-03-01T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:16:54.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i cry myself to sleep, that's my lullaby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you're breaking my heart,&lt;br /&gt;break it &lt;strong&gt;well&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;break it &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be back after i'm comfortably numb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110966141406196698?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110966141406196698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110966141406196698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-cry-myself-to-sleep-thats-my-lullaby.html' title='i cry myself to sleep, that&apos;s my lullaby.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110959757077707045</id><published>2005-02-28T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T21:39:42.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the light in my heart is gone.</title><content type='html'>i just got home. maybe like 45 mins ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a crapping session during a maths. :)&lt;br /&gt;a metal day for us.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is trying to solve that puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;only dewei make it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenta tricia's function room to study after school&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooo fuck stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laughed; cried; shittied; study; crap; lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia and me = the clones.&lt;br /&gt;im inventing names again.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;is it pure coincidence? or is it just connection?&lt;br /&gt;-wonders and goes off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my clonie, tricia: thanks for trying to be happy so that i can be happy yet sad. it's hard for you. i appreciate that alot. :) . those tissue paper; patspats; hugshugs; mms-es; crapping; advices; shoulder to lean on; EVERYTHING. you're god damn best. thanks for being there. and don't laugh at me when im horribly shittie inside. :) take care of your sunburnt clonie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th mumm, pat yee: YOU IDOIT!! hahah! love you to bits. care and concern for you is never lacked. i'm starting to cannot live without you liao. YOU DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes; shikin; fang: WAHAHAH!! CRAPPIE SHITS!! FIRE MAN!! I REM OK?! even though i was stoned. i still know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for moses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's isn't a crime to want a lil space to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be fine, the sun again will shine,&lt;br /&gt;on you, whatever you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your sweet sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here, when you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;take your sweet sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here, for you baby, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling you pull away,&lt;br /&gt;cause letting go isn't easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never fly,&lt;br /&gt;with someone else's wing,&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;wherever you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your sweet sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here, when you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;take your sweet sweet time,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here, for you baby, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll never stand in your way.&lt;br /&gt;wherever your head lead you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll still love you the same.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be your comfort everyday.&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the words i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;take your sweet time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110959757077707045?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110959757077707045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110959757077707045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/light-in-my-heart-is-gone.html' title='the light in my heart is gone.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110947364493745211</id><published>2005-02-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:07:24.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so many things inside that are just like you are taking over.</title><content type='html'>i'm haunted by weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;frm my baby to my parents to my dead hamsters. AHHH. STRESS!!&lt;br /&gt;2 nights of weird dreams.&lt;br /&gt;it's just COMMON TEST CAN??!!&lt;br /&gt;-HIT MY HEAD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA: take goodie goodie care!! :) i kuw my anti-bloodsuckers helped you alot. -bhb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahchoooo.&lt;br /&gt;cold. cold. cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love hubby. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110947364493745211?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110947364493745211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110947364493745211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-many-things-inside-that-are-just.html' title='so many things inside that are just like you are taking over.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110939944789519205</id><published>2005-02-26T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T14:30:47.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you have no idea how good it makes me feel, when i see you smile.</title><content type='html'>the killer of the week: COMMON TESTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm building my lil coffin as i know pat yee's going to kill me for announcing that her leg was stuck at the dustbin. p.s: i announced it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody made my baby appear in front of me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;whenever we're apart, i miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;and to cheer me up, all i need is your touch.&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/9020186-110939944789519205?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110939944789519205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110939944789519205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-have-no-idea-how-good-it-makes-me.html' title='you have no idea how good it makes me feel, when i see you smile.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110933739932640876</id><published>2005-02-25T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:16:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your touch sent shivers down my spine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRICIA'S BACK!! &lt;em&gt;-SCREAMS&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; i missed her&lt;em&gt; sooo&lt;/em&gt; much. now my lessons will be filled with craps again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s: my boss shld be super duper happy. say yes, boss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to take this opportunity to announce to everyone that my 5th mumm's leg &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was stuck at the dustbin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during mother tongue. &lt;em&gt;-punch me if you see me on monday- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was aimed by mrs koor AGAIN during accounts. it's just so disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DISTRACT PEOPLE. I KNOW. AND I LOVE IT. -BIG FAT GRIN-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSE. keep playing hide and seek with ah tan. scare me like crazy. &lt;em&gt;charrrlieee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;laughed my ass out and clapped my hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE IMAGINE BOBO PLAYING DRUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ROFL-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited lot1 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGAIN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair and had treatment. say goodbye to $90.40.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly die of heat during the treatment. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FUCK HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffer and pay? &lt;em&gt;pure human torture&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember? me and tricia's always-having-the-same-emo-goin-on-in-us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S NOT PURE COINCIDENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i was sad, she was sad. when i was happy, she was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;creeps.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-saying sorry to my baby-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110933739932640876?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110933739932640876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110933739932640876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-touch-sent-shivers-down-my-spine.html' title='your touch sent shivers down my spine.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110923397490534837</id><published>2005-02-24T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:30:31.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lift me high and let go.</title><content type='html'>my weekends: rot and die without my baby's presence.. &lt;em&gt;-dreaddding-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lmao-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue today is fun.&lt;br /&gt;glad asked me a nicee question, &lt;em&gt;hor boss?? RITE BOSS?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that question is abt marriage.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna say what is it. &lt;em&gt;veri malu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo it led to the funny shits.&lt;br /&gt;cindy wants to marry at the cemetry.&lt;br /&gt;sooooo sherie said, the wedding dinner everyone will be sitting at the tombstones and eat.&lt;br /&gt;with her around. we'll laugh like retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moremore&lt;/em&gt; funny shits f. bad memory. forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;lazing around doing nothing in class.&lt;br /&gt;slept during accs.&lt;br /&gt;was singing simple plan's songs out loud during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;jiemei thinks im having a fever. :/ a high one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,&lt;br /&gt;thought my hubby won't be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;half want/don't want&lt;/em&gt; to go home. &lt;em&gt;no hubby = :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so decided to hang ard during mrs norman's e maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;but he came back. -&lt;em&gt;surprisesurprise- :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last him-sendin-me-home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th mumm, gladys and me is having some &lt;em&gt;nigel-calvin-who-is-better&lt;/em&gt; fight.&lt;br /&gt;to my boss: don't fite don't fite! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOSES' THE BEST&lt;/span&gt;!! XD.&lt;br /&gt;i bet my boss will faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home.&lt;br /&gt;call my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;he wants me to hang up. :(&lt;br /&gt;but as a stubborn arsehole, &lt;em&gt;(my mumm said that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell i won't do it.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;'click'&lt;/em&gt;, he's outta the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:::(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's running in my mind like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE CRAZY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killing me killing me killing me.&lt;br /&gt;no hubby's presence. &lt;em&gt;-singing 'i wanna be with you'-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body aching.&lt;br /&gt;MY FUCK HEADACHE SHITS IS BACK!! &lt;em&gt;-runs ard; dropped dead-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being so long since i blasted simple plan.&lt;br /&gt;there i go again. -knocks on the door-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;just one more day,&lt;br /&gt;it's all I need,&lt;br /&gt;is one more day with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110923397490534837?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110923397490534837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110923397490534837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-lift-me-high-and-let-go.html' title='you lift me high and let go.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110914527504614583</id><published>2005-02-23T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T15:54:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm living on bittersweet love potion.</title><content type='html'>i'm louis. &lt;em&gt;-lol in high pitch-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream. i thought it was real.&lt;br /&gt;in the dream, jelly wanna tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;when she's abt to tell me. i woke up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;damn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought is real.&lt;br /&gt;i wenta school.&lt;br /&gt;i was abt to ask jelly what she wanna tell me when actually, is all a stupid dream. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;identities changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin = sherie&lt;br /&gt;cindy = raymond&lt;br /&gt;sam = fang&lt;br /&gt;lynne = louis&lt;br /&gt;melvin and sherie is the funniest outta all.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed at their crapps like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got 2 essays to do. i hate essays like crazy. &lt;em&gt;I HATE IT! -sobssobs-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i skipped PA today. :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;going to lie that i'm nt feeling well. &lt;em&gt;:x:x:x:x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby sent me home!! &lt;strong&gt;X)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-BIG FAT GRIN-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's the best!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-whispers i love you to his ears-&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;he's really a drug.&lt;br /&gt;i'm addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-kisses maoo-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-fainted-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9020186-110914527504614583?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110914527504614583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110914527504614583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-living-on-bittersweet-love-potion.html' title='i&apos;m living on bittersweet love potion.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110905926502413274</id><published>2005-02-22T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:19:14.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cutting my soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-cutcutcut-killing me softly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want friday to come.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i sooooo wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gettting &lt;em&gt;shittier&lt;/em&gt; as days go by.&lt;br /&gt;i wenta my mumm's shop after school.&lt;br /&gt;saw this lil cutieee baby.&lt;br /&gt;so daaamn cuteee. that baby made me feel so much better with that toothless grinn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how tricia is feeling there.&lt;br /&gt;is she feeling as shitty, like me?&lt;br /&gt;one thing common abt me n her is,&lt;br /&gt;we get moody at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;crazy at the same time. so weirdd man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta be like a &lt;em&gt;concrete&lt;/em&gt; angel.&lt;br /&gt;i can't give up. &lt;em&gt;FUCK ME!&lt;/em&gt;! I CANT GIVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i really need my vodka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mad man in my condo yelling his lungs out. -hidess-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop harping. get on with school today.&lt;br /&gt;my baby nv stopped diao-ing me today. hehhe. N E V E R.&lt;br /&gt;free periods. rot and die there again. with eunice talkin abt dirty shits.&lt;br /&gt;a maths with a vampire dress.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry with fucked up air.&lt;br /&gt;social studies with shouting mari.&lt;br /&gt;english with ahtan look alike.&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue with dirty shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope gerri's granny going to be okay!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110905926502413274?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110905926502413274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110905926502413274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-cutting-my-soul.html' title='it&apos;s cutting my soul.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110899238621466595</id><published>2005-02-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:26:26.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're driving into me. i'm just going crazy.</title><content type='html'>afternoon - mumm's fight(shop)&lt;br /&gt;night - daddy's fight.(dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice one lynne. good job in starting so many fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is not ringing.&lt;br /&gt;so quiettt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rang. ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONCE. my baby's msg. (not counted countless calls frm tutors and parents)&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL!! nvm. bearrrr with it. BEARRR WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;but how long?&lt;br /&gt;long. veri long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying, praying that tricia is okay.&lt;br /&gt;i want my baby, craving him like crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110899238621466595?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110899238621466595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110899238621466595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-driving-into-me-im-just-going.html' title='you&apos;re driving into me. i&apos;m just going crazy.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110897818347661138</id><published>2005-02-21T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:29:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happen to miss no-longer-afraid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;--caoos--&lt;/em&gt; she's off.&lt;br /&gt;my blur king is gone. off to OBS. off to some stupid island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; windo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; ahama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; wipin of shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; passing notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; laughing to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; stumbling of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; bonnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; ahma rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahhh. tricia! you affect my life so much siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;see see seeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;even gladys misses her. &lt;strong&gt;rite&lt;/strong&gt; boss??&lt;br /&gt;don't read my blog secretly ahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;wenta sch.&lt;br /&gt;rush to canteen to find tricia and pass her some anti-bloodsuckers lotion.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a lil note for her and it's so messy. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm weird today.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i always weird.&lt;br /&gt;im so tired, sick, horrible, terrible, pissed, KNNKNS!!&lt;br /&gt;E N O U GH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby sent me home. :)&lt;br /&gt;that's the only nice part of today. i tink.&lt;br /&gt;but i was KNS! i WAS SO KNS!&lt;br /&gt;he's ever so cute. hiding and everything. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HIM LIKE CRAZY!!! HMPH!! i need a full-of-love sms from him. :(&lt;br /&gt;god, i need some relaxing therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WUAHHHHH! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i need some relaxing therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i know that i don't know and i don't wanna know.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vodka please. mood swings killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm giving up slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110897818347661138?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110897818347661138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110897818347661138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-happen-to-miss-no-longer-afraid.html' title='what happen to miss no-longer-afraid?'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110890712357346490</id><published>2005-02-20T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:45:23.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't bear.</title><content type='html'>how am i going to survive without my baobei msg-ing me?&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing him like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ee6abe;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;missing him like crazy&lt;/u&gt;&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/9020186-110890712357346490?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110890712357346490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110890712357346490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-cant-bear.html' title='i can&apos;t bear.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110889262776453287</id><published>2005-02-20T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:16:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i spent my time missing you.</title><content type='html'>i nearly fall when i was &lt;em&gt;'spinning'&lt;/em&gt; my chair towards the computer. all thanks to my sandles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mumm's having mood swings cos my daddy is nt ard?&lt;br /&gt;i should have went to malaysia in the morning. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;and her mood swings &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caused&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;she's pickin on me like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;me talkin on the phone tooooo long. &lt;em&gt;(not ur fault tricia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;me not studying. &lt;em&gt;(I DID STUDY BUT YOU DIDNT SEE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me having a 'SUPER LOW' handphone bill.&lt;br /&gt;me asking a question.&lt;br /&gt;me nearly banged onto her.&lt;br /&gt;me staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;me going shitty cos she's going shitty.&lt;br /&gt;me doing this. me doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's going to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110889262776453287?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110889262776453287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110889262776453287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-spent-my-time-missing-you.html' title='i spent my time missing you.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110879934450135981</id><published>2005-02-19T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T15:49:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your misery is my company.</title><content type='html'>done that shits last night. was all using brushes so no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm making a lil &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt; wish.&lt;br /&gt;LESBIAN PARTNER!! STOP POKING ME CANNNN??!! &lt;em&gt;(the 3 angels: can! can! why not?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's being poking me ever since she know im sad. &lt;em&gt;-pokespokes-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to any polys open house. lazy lar me. next year hor 5th mumm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia will be off to OBS on monday. so sadddddd cannn?? &lt;em&gt;-cancanwhynot-ing-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE TO SING 'MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE OCEAN'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i don't think i'll stumble at my words that often. :x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE TO CRAP WITH ME!&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE TO PASS NOTES DURING POA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talkin abt that, ytd's passing the note process is so funny with sherie ang ard doing crazy things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop can-ing away.&lt;br /&gt;no alamak-ing.&lt;br /&gt;ah choooo!! cold. i'm havin a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHHHH CHOOOO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(irritating can?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110879934450135981?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110879934450135981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110879934450135981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-misery-is-my-company.html' title='your misery is my company.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110873606911553542</id><published>2005-02-18T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T20:36:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the concrete angel, fallen angel, pinky angel and guardian angel.</title><content type='html'>just reached home. i'm so worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my 2 tests in a row. so stress man.&lt;br /&gt;both are killers.&lt;br /&gt;i'm missin my sweetie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, waited for tricia. we planned for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;i was attacked twice by annie and jamie. dey jumped onto me. oh gosh. my face was red. scare the shits outta me.&lt;br /&gt;so on the way there, pat n nes were just crapping. me n tricia is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;we took loads of pictures. all veri ugly and disgusting? esp mine. i was having some retarded face.&lt;br /&gt;reached lot1. tricia took long to withdraw money. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet. tricia tried to throw water at us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;went in the cinema. watched hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible inside.&lt;br /&gt;i held tricia's thumb so tight.&lt;br /&gt;and me n agnes whenever the scary part comes, we do the same action. take out our glasses and cover our face.&lt;br /&gt;i was the worst. i even look like some lil kid covering my ears and everything.&lt;br /&gt;pat yee's the cutest. she jumped until the popcorn oso jump. i dunno wat im toking liao.&lt;br /&gt;after that. we decided to watch another show at tricia's house.&lt;br /&gt;was at the renting shop. den all 3 of them are 16.&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT ME! SO I CANT WATCH NC-16. ok. i dunno wat im talkin.&lt;br /&gt;tricia passed me that disease.&lt;br /&gt;watched mean girls.&lt;br /&gt;before that. we're doing so many stupid things. walking ard in circles like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;standing outside some stupid shop doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;outside GNC, we saw those steriods.&lt;br /&gt;sayin when we eat our muscles just poped out instantly. the sound effects lmao.&lt;br /&gt;den we talk abt eating the slimmin pills. super funny cann??&lt;br /&gt;talkin abt can-ing. i passed those disease to tricia and 5th mumm. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;when we say cannn?? everyone will go. 'can can. why not?!' hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;den went tricia's house. she was laughin to herself during mean girls. den she kept sayin '&lt;br /&gt;why i laugh alone sia?'&lt;br /&gt;laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;den watches scouts' old pictures. laugh laugh laugh. laughin practically.&lt;br /&gt;went home. on the way to interchange. tricia talk talk talk then fall. HAHAHA!! ROFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby rocks my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110873606911553542?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110873606911553542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110873606911553542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/concrete-angel-fallen-angel-pinky.html' title='the concrete angel, fallen angel, pinky angel and guardian angel.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110864406204403158</id><published>2005-02-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:41:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, the prisoner of my heart.</title><content type='html'>i was so caught up with test and everything. i nearly forgot abt wishing my baby happy 2th month at my blog. gosh. im getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weeeet!! to my ever so sweeeeet baby:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; HAPPY 2ND MONTH BABY!! i know this month we've lots of ups and downs. we nearly 'call-it-through'. but i must say this. thanks for making my life so wonderful. im so glad to have you. :) super thanked that day i found you. frm all those fites we had, i realise how much i needed you. it's like something missing when you're nt ard. ai si ni le! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TEST!!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love moses- everything my heart desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110864406204403158?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110864406204403158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110864406204403158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-prisoner-of-my-heart.html' title='you, the prisoner of my heart.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110863696932582013</id><published>2005-02-17T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:42:49.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the key.</title><content type='html'>i've 2 tests tml. i'm going to die studying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally don't remember what happened in school today. oh gosh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i remembered what happened of cos.&lt;br /&gt;i was with my baby. he came to my class for e maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna go so stay ard in 4/2 as mrs norman allowed us.&lt;br /&gt;was sitting alone actually. den melvin came and go. and my baby came. :)&lt;br /&gt;i was really tired. he's suaning me like crazy. but who cares? im so in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna say much. head's exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hung up with pat yee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;save me frm my tests.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110863696932582013?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110863696932582013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110863696932582013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/key.html' title='the key.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110863491816574525</id><published>2005-02-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T18:08:38.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my blur king.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BLUR KING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; blurblur king. oh gosh. my heart nearly fell outta my body readin your entry. don't hide yourself under that mask dearie, alrite? it'll just make you worst, and worst. keeping yourself is like eating you up. slowly. bit by bit. you can't let them bring you down. NEVER. im the concrete angel remember? you're the giant angel. a strong one. SUPER strong one. you gotta be strong. alrite? i can give u my concrete. don't let those problems bring you down. it's not worth it. that evil thingy will be happy that it bring you down. you don't want that evil to bring you down rite, sweetie? cheer up. if it's meant to be, it'll be. alrite? it's all fate sweetie. think positively. we'll always be there to pick you up whenever you fall. there's more to life than just problems. even if u don't want to tell us what happen and everything, we'll lend you our shoulders to lean on. ok?? i'll always be there. alright?? cheer up. im just a call away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110863491816574525?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110863491816574525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110863491816574525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-blur-king.html' title='my blur king.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110855492061555249</id><published>2005-02-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:55:20.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;omg.&lt;/strong&gt; i've to blog. i just couldn't leave this thing alone. i &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there i go blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;i planned to stop cos of &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; reasons. i planned to start cos of &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; reasons too.&lt;br /&gt;omg. im going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't cried last night. &lt;em&gt;really.&lt;/em&gt; everyone is so surprised. i just can't take it. so i dropped dead and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night. i was feeling so horrible&lt;em&gt;(blahblah)&lt;/em&gt; and pissed&lt;em&gt;(with my parents).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia called. i ignored the call. i can't talk. i know i'll breakdown. so i msged her and tell her i'll msged her later. i msged her. she was sleeping. i didn't know. i didn't really think much why she didn't reply. after a nice chat with 5th mumm, i msged tricia again. and she still haven replied. i was worried. so i called her. she was sleeping!! im so sorry!! so i apologised. and my turn to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school. assembly area. i was staring into space thinkin what happen.&lt;br /&gt;fang know something is bothering me. she asked. and &lt;strong&gt;BAH!&lt;/strong&gt;!! it all came down. the tears that i bear before i sleep. tricia came. she tried to cheer me up. janah, fang, gerri, sarah blahbla. i was crying. i cant see &lt;em&gt;can??&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(tricia: cannnnnnnnn) hehehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tricia did something so sweeeet &lt;em&gt;cannn??&lt;/em&gt; she tried to cheer me up. she wenta the PA. told yimoon, 'yonglin crying!! dedicate a song to her!!'. they tried to squeeze a song in but the SC started to talk. but. it's the thought. i was so touched when i they told me. soooo sweeeeeeeeeet cann??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played floorball during PE. we drawed with the 4/4 guys. hahahah. guys vs girls and we draw. GIRL POWER SEH!!&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun during PE. really makes me sweat out my shits. tricia piggybacked me again. so strong cann?? hahaha. im doing the can-ing thing to irritate tricia. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess assembly.&lt;br /&gt;me n tricia was singing the song,&lt;em&gt; 'my bonnie lies over the ocean....'&lt;/em&gt; den she changed tune and everything and i can just change automatically and it's like so cooool!! so fun!!! i tink everyone thinks we're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the song one last keep stuck in my head. i'm singing it cos of my mood. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch. PRATA!! i didnt want to go home. hehhee. i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;went to eat. went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;watched softball match for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;talk to mr toh. blahblah. nth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to tricia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; omg!! i just stunned by what you've done. i'm so surprised. soooo touched. really. have to thanks for everything. EVERYTHING. thanks for being there. thanks for those advices. thanks for everything. i so appreciate you. omg. THANK YOU! can't thank you more. i don't know where i'll be without you picking me up whenever i fall. i'll be there like how you're there for me, alrite? just a call away.(like the mms you sent). -hugs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to moses:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my darling. my baby. you're everything my heart desires. im speechless. totally speechless. i don't know how to start. i'm sorry for 'hurting' you with my past. thanks for accepting it. it must have being hard. i understand how devastated it feels. i hope i didn't do much damage. i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to pat. yee:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i don't know where will i be without you picking me up time and again and again everytime i fall, everytime i'm bring down. like tricia. you guys are so nice. so sweeet. sooo unbelieveable. did you guys head swell? hahaha. but really. thanks soo much. thanks. love ya 5th mumm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to fang, janah, SJ, johnathan, yimoon, melvin, dewei,jelly, alane, paula and everyone i missed out:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thanks for cheering me up. alane!! YOUR SMILE ROCKS CAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to gladys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; PLS! take good care of yourself. don't stress out ok?! i'll protect u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY BABY CAN!!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110855492061555249?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110855492061555249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110855492061555249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/thanks.html' title='THANKS!'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110847230076371692</id><published>2005-02-15T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:58:20.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LAST ENTRY.</title><content type='html'>LAST one. YES. LAST one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tricia: tricia!! my blur king!! you're so sweeeeet. i'm sorry i won't be able to blog and crap here anymore. i'll tag you, i swear. chat with you soon. rem our punching boxers thingy ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pat. yee: yes you 5th mumm. thanks for being there. thanks for everything. you can't read this thing and laugh at my stupidity liao. i'll forever rem the skinny dip thingy i said in the MRT. -lmao-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to alane: YEY!! 'SUNSHINE!! THANKS FOR SHINING!! thanks for cheeeeeering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dwit: aww man!! lucks everything at aussie!! miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to socks: i'm OFF!! i'm OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to moses: i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead. i'm off. officially OUTTA HERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110847230076371692?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110847230076371692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110847230076371692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-last-entry.html' title='MY LAST ENTRY.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110845219872691145</id><published>2005-02-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T15:23:18.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing you confess, could make me love you less.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRICIA!&lt;/span&gt; thanks for that advice man!! i'll keep in mind. forever keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've being CAN-ING the whole day. shld cut of that habit.&lt;br /&gt;recess was the funny bit. tricia is singing that stupid song. that song get her into trouble during english. so funny!! we're just laughing laughin.&lt;br /&gt;during recess assembly, i dunno wat happen. how started it but me n pat we just do stupid things. so ticklish!! i scream like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;was going up. tricia and me were like pretendin to run. ok. i tink is only tricia doing that. den the wind was so strong. i dunno wat happen but it's so funnny!! cannot tahan!!&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA ROCKS THE GIRLS MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a maths is a bore. -snore-&lt;br /&gt;went back to class and tricia made us crazy again.&lt;br /&gt;we're laughin at some readin thingy no one can do it. except sarah!! woooohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;it's killin me again. everything is killin me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110845219872691145?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110845219872691145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110845219872691145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-you-confess-could-make-me-love.html' title='nothing you confess, could make me love you less.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110839038676065563</id><published>2005-02-14T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T22:13:06.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're everything my heart desires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110839038676065563?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110839038676065563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110839038676065563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/youre-everything-my-heart-desires.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110838153182540853</id><published>2005-02-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:45:31.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fake.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!! WOOHOO!!!! HAH. CRAP(tricia's line)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!! you're ever so sweet!! --to my baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO :&lt;br /&gt;'sunshine for the sweet.&lt;br /&gt;tricia for that blue rose. (you leaked it to me)&lt;br /&gt;sherie for the red rose.&lt;br /&gt;shikin for the lolipops.&lt;br /&gt;fang's for the sweeeeetttts.&lt;br /&gt;my baby for the necklace. (LIAR)&lt;br /&gt;and all those lil lil greetings i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: TRICIA IS DANGEROUS! she passed me all her blur diseases. HAH. CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. was with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;went to plaza with him. we didnt plan anything lar.&lt;br /&gt;sooo we went to eat. at where?? SAKURA? oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;saw lots of assumptionites frm our seating place.&lt;br /&gt;my baby disturbed them siaa. so cutee cann??&lt;br /&gt;from the innocent face to the cheeky face to the stupid RETARDED face. ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;darrrrn cuteeeeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he gave me thatttt necklace. so small the pendant sia. so cute. like him!&lt;br /&gt;he gave it to me in some stupid funny way. it's like he's tryin to peep at my skirt lytt. :x&lt;br /&gt;he lied to me saying that he nv buy. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i took so long to eat pls. i tink longer than pat yee. (5th mumm!! are u happy to hear that??)&lt;br /&gt;went offf to beauty world. saw my fuck-the-air son. practising pool harr?? siannn.&lt;br /&gt;tricia called. so we chatted abit. she kept tell us to get a room cos we're talkin dirty. tricia ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;my cramp is killing me. so my mood is down like shits.&lt;br /&gt;went home.&lt;br /&gt;tricia called.&lt;br /&gt;so we chatted again. so funny. she's like a idiot walkin ard paragon the open space in circles.&lt;br /&gt;i was just laughing at her like crazy. LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH! ahahahma. we stumbled again and again at our words.&lt;br /&gt;we're talking frm boxers to boxie to wearing boxie and punch each other tml in school. it's going wild sia. FUNNY! we're each other's punching bags to vent our misery. :) good!!&lt;br /&gt;HOPE THE MOVIE CHEERED YOU UP LIKE HOW YOU CHEER ME UP, ALRIGHT BK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition. BAD ONE. super horrible.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna talk abt how HORRIBLE it's but it's so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;she's off. and im happy. another session of torture tml. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/15/74/3314751/9702873114724s.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taken with tricia on 11/2/05&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110838153182540853?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110838153182540853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110838153182540853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-fake.html' title='i fake.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110830365241491042</id><published>2005-02-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T22:07:32.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my baby rocks my world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110830365241491042?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110830365241491042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110830365241491042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-baby-rocks-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110828157693714354</id><published>2005-02-13T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:59:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your mellifluous voice makes love to my ears.</title><content type='html'>alright alright. i'll do my proper blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i blog for friday?? wait. what happen on friday? oh shits. bad memory!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wenta town ytd, with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna talk much abt it.&lt;br /&gt;the main thing is i visited SBK, TRICIA!! :)&lt;br /&gt;hope you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise something. whenever i talk to tricia. i stumble at alllllll of my words. ALL OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;omg. weirddd sehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A NIGHTMARE PLS!! SO FREAKING REAL SIA.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. some idiot STABBED ME. I CAN REMEMBER THAT IDIOTIC FACE! THAT IDIOTIC SMILE AND THAT IDIOTIC KNIFE.&lt;br /&gt;i think i can feel the pain. that's why i find it so real. or am i imagining the pain? but i feeel painnn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's just a dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm off. i've done my blogging. i'll blog more if there's anything interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ya!! i just 'flooded' my baby's testimonials. :x. nahs. 2 testimonial is so lil. i'll flooddd moreee. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okok. im off. the ahama is offfffff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110828157693714354?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110828157693714354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110828157693714354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-mellifluous-voice-makes-love-to.html' title='your mellifluous voice makes love to my ears.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110828085998358425</id><published>2005-02-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T15:47:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knifee pls</title><content type='html'>KILL ME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;(cos i haven buy all the v.day pressies)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110828085998358425?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110828085998358425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110828085998358425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/knifee-pls.html' title='knifee pls'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110827289355223960</id><published>2005-02-13T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:34:53.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;(laugh my ass out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110827289355223960?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110827289355223960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110827289355223960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110822830657417993</id><published>2005-02-13T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:11:46.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCREW YOURSELF, YOU IDIOTIC SHIT.</title><content type='html'>you sucks. PUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110822830657417993?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110822830657417993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110822830657417993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/screw-yourself-you-idiotic-shit.html' title='SCREW YOURSELF, YOU IDIOTIC SHIT.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110822462400878904</id><published>2005-02-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:10:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-crys-</title><content type='html'>MY BABY BOY WANTS ME TO SLEEP 1ST!! HE DON'T WANT PEI ME! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im on drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110822462400878904?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110822462400878904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110822462400878904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/crys.html' title='-crys-'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110820919366044117</id><published>2005-02-12T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:53:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and your everything.</title><content type='html'>i miss my baby so much!!&lt;br /&gt;my mind was all.&lt;br /&gt;mosesandhislove.&lt;br /&gt;mosesandhishugs.&lt;br /&gt;mosesandhischeeky-ness.&lt;br /&gt;mosesandhiskisses.&lt;br /&gt;mosesandhiseverything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110820919366044117?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110820919366044117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110820919366044117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-and-your-everything.html' title='you and your everything.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110814015585133546</id><published>2005-02-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:42:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FORGOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during POA!! i was like asked to get outta class for 1000000 times in the world??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110814015585133546?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110814015585133546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110814015585133546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-forgot-during-poa-i-was-like-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110813934166251596</id><published>2005-02-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:29:01.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your kisses are sweeter than honey,</title><content type='html'>i just finished that stupid row with my parents. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait school to end today. i mean. I WANT TO GO TOWN PLS?!!&lt;br /&gt;so after school, was with my baby boy -grinss-, and off to the toilet and changed.&lt;br /&gt;went outta sch without much ppl saw us wearing our own clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 171 there. me n tricia is like blur and crazy?&lt;br /&gt;i forwarded one msg to her. den i was taking her fone. den suddenly her fone vibrate(my forwarded msg i send) den i totally forgot that i sent her a msg and i say. AYYYEE!! you got msg!! den we just laugh at our stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached town. wenta taka. got meiyee's pressie. :)&lt;br /&gt;off to cine. oh ya. raymond was with us. all along. except the changing part lar, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;trying to find tops but -shakes head-. i was finding shirts actually. totally forgot to look at tank-tops. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm. mmmm. where am i?&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh yaaaaa!!! tricia wanna takes neoprints. sooooooooooo off to heerens. X).&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THE NEOPRINTS TO BITS MAN!! can't wait tricia to scan it man. :) happy.&lt;br /&gt;BABY!! I WANNA TAKE WITH YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;went to paragon's OJ. ateeee. and went off with ray to beauty world. tricia wenta work.&lt;br /&gt;saw LD at beauty world den realise there're at century so went there.&lt;br /&gt;it's being SOOOOO long since i stepped into there?? few months or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet patpat,glad,cindy!! den crap abittt den went offf to amanda's house.&lt;br /&gt;me and pat are the extras. boooooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA'S HOUSE IS HUGE! like HUGE? my ideal house sia. everyone's ideal house.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with cindy. rot ard. took pictures. i dunno wat i've done. totally forgot man.&lt;br /&gt;went home. PAT YEE is goin crazy lorrr!! im going a lil crazy too. hehehhe. dragged pat and glad and ran to the busstop. we're idiots practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited sooooo long for 77.&lt;br /&gt;talkin and talking and i was like soooo stupid?? everything is maomao.&lt;br /&gt;can u guys tahan me??&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa. stupid la. wan say something den come out is moses here and there.&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeee!!&lt;br /&gt;quarrel with my parents cos i haven BATHE! stupiiidddd.&lt;br /&gt;tricia!! it's nt ur fault! im just plain lazy to waaaaalkkkk. and take care!! SCAN NPS!!&lt;br /&gt;I WAN MY BABY BOY TO CARRY ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SOO MUCH!! maoomaoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110813934166251596?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110813934166251596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110813934166251596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/your-kisses-are-sweeter-than-honey.html' title='your kisses are sweeter than honey,'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110804629600976141</id><published>2005-02-10T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:38:16.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m the ball and I want you chained to me.</title><content type='html'>burnt. my skin is burnt.&lt;br /&gt;my baby boy!! apply for me lerrr!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a super funny conversation with tricia yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;we chatted until we laughed our asses out, rite??&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my stupid-not-able-to-pronouce-words-properly-due-to-my-cough.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaa!! tricia is floaaaatingg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to go running again. but i was so dead. i woke up at 12.&lt;br /&gt;was dragged up, AGAIN! by my dad.&lt;br /&gt;changed and i was dragged to the temple, to pray.&lt;br /&gt;the smoke was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;had to bear with it. so can pray for good hubby. -bonkers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEATHER SUCKS PLS?? soooo HOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooooo misssss moses!!&lt;br /&gt;mosesmosesmoses,my baby boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110804629600976141?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110804629600976141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110804629600976141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-ball-and-i-want-you-chained-to-me.html' title='I’m the ball and I want you chained to me.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110795300414964096</id><published>2005-02-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T20:43:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell in love with him almost completely.</title><content type='html'>tada!! im back frm bai nian-ing. im soooo dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sista dragggggggged me outta bed today. tickle me like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up and off to ngee ann to do some running.&lt;br /&gt;after running. rushed home to wash up and changed.&lt;br /&gt;MY GRANDMOTHER IS RUSHING US! so anxious lor. worst den me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went my ah ma's place and lalallalas. eat n eat n eat.&lt;br /&gt;my running is down to the drain. :(&lt;br /&gt;went to my god-father's house. :)&lt;br /&gt;me n my sista took our swimmin shits there to tan!!&lt;br /&gt;went there and choiiiiiiii to the pool and tan!! so fun can. just rot there and enjoy the sun.&lt;br /&gt;went back to his house. so paiseh!! me n my sister is half naked. and so many ppl sia. we take the towel and cover ourselves and runnn up to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;so MALU!!!! :x&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep like some freak after the bath.&lt;br /&gt;woke up and cao to my god-father's factory at JURONG. omg. i hate that JURONG shits.&lt;br /&gt;went there!! AHHHH! i saw BLACKY!!! the stupid dog who LOVES to smell our butts.&lt;br /&gt;he's like sooooo thinnn. 13 years old. going die liao. ahhh. i missss fifi, his wife!!&lt;br /&gt;play basketball with my cousin. he's just so tall and HUGE. im like kana crash by him can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im happy for tricia!! :). stay cheery BK!! :)&lt;br /&gt;okok. off to dinner. blog more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110795300414964096?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110795300414964096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110795300414964096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-fell-in-love-with-him-almost.html' title='i fell in love with him almost completely.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110787951834988376</id><published>2005-02-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:19:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHEENA NEW YEAR.</title><content type='html'>weeeeeeeeeeet! i'll blog before i sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my layout. done it! :). had to edit's sockie dearie's html soon.&lt;br /&gt;wenta school for chinese new year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;rotting there and 'peeping' at my baby. ok. i was caught. almost everytime.&lt;br /&gt;after celebration. went home. was sent home by my baby. hehehehe. you're so sweeeeet, baby!!&lt;br /&gt;my day is sealed by my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went online. changed my layout. crash onto my 'home' specs. and dead. gotta change or wateva. it's so outta shape. like some art piece. omg. wat am i toking?&lt;br /&gt;went down with my sista to the pool to tan. she tanned. nt me. tok abt everything under the sun and ahhh. rush home to change.&lt;br /&gt;my ah ma is naggin at me, this ah ma. confusing? nvm. ehehhe&lt;br /&gt;went to my ah ma's house.&lt;br /&gt;tricia called and said she wanna deliver food over. hahah. i dunno wat lends to that. heehe.&lt;br /&gt;i tooook soooo looonggg to tell her how to come over dover road. frm bus to mrt to jumbo coffee shop. ahhh. confusing siaaa.&lt;br /&gt;was eating and she came. so me n my sista went down to take the delivery!&lt;br /&gt;TRICIA!! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!! :) the lemonade rocks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;take careee man you!! scare me so much when u say u nearly die in the bus!! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. and now i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;im lost, very very lost, still lost. im still thinking abt how my baby sealed my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 you, baby! -huggies you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday, LOUEE!!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEI YEE!! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110787951834988376?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110787951834988376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110787951834988376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-cheena-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHEENA NEW YEAR.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110783165378293382</id><published>2005-02-08T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T11:45:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm addicted.</title><content type='html'>It's like you're a drug&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a demon I can't face down&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running from you all the time&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;It's like the only company I seek&lt;br /&gt;Is misery all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a leech&lt;br /&gt;Sucking the life from me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you inside of me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts (in my thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams (in my dreams)&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm giving up slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're a ghost&lt;br /&gt;That's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know these voices in my head are mine alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll never change my ways&lt;br /&gt;If I don't give you up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on you&lt;br /&gt;I need a fix, I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more hit&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can deal with it&lt;br /&gt;I'll handle it, quit it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time, then that's it&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more to get me through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110783165378293382?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110783165378293382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110783165378293382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-addicted.html' title='i&apos;m addicted.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110778341547146428</id><published>2005-02-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T21:36:55.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-craving for my baby-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110778341547146428?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110778341547146428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110778341547146428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/craving-for-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110777204075097465</id><published>2005-02-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:30:42.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised and battered by your words.</title><content type='html'>im back from lot1! FINALLY! im so dead tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny incidents.&lt;br /&gt;- we're having chinese new year names and i'm call ba-guan. omg.&lt;br /&gt;- sherie complained that my name don't suit me and started to give me funny names frm michelle to rachel to maria to jill to i dunno where it goes. it's getting future everytime.&lt;br /&gt;- thinaesh wearing cheong sum. OMG! thanks gladys for that, we lost our face at lot1.&lt;br /&gt;- mr nightmare molested my breast!! + pat's, cindy's, my boss'? MR NIGHTMARE! YOU DIE!&lt;br /&gt;- nearly fight with pat.yee at lot 1. we're crapping again.&lt;br /&gt;- bitching abt the girl and the bf at mac.&lt;br /&gt;- -grins- my baby and me fighting over &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oses&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ynne&lt;/span&gt;!! AHHHHHHDAAA!!! -grins- wo ai wo baby!&lt;br /&gt;- my boss say i'm lame jus cos i say happy birthday agnes so loud!!&lt;br /&gt;-blahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO TRICIA: my king! cheer up!! :)&lt;br /&gt;AGNES! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110777204075097465?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110777204075097465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110777204075097465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/bruised-and-battered-by-your-words.html' title='bruised and battered by your words.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110769509965506805</id><published>2005-02-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:18:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooooootie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love moses lim wen hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&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/9020186-110769509965506805?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110769509965506805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110769509965506805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/wooooootie.html' title='wooooootie.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110767029362965749</id><published>2005-02-06T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:11:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRICIA! the song, one last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hostima.net/chokedonmycrap/onelast.mp3"&gt;http://www.hostima.net/chokedonmycrap/onelast.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110767029362965749?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110767029362965749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110767029362965749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/tricia-song-one-last.html' title='TRICIA! the song, one last.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110766218566327629</id><published>2005-02-06T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T11:56:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R O T T I N G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;alright. you guys know abt this 'what's age you act thingy??' lalalas. i was bored. indeed i was.&lt;br /&gt;so i try it. ahaha. i tot i would get like the teenager age shits.&lt;br /&gt;but i got 22? indeed calling me an &lt;em&gt;ah ma&lt;/em&gt; kinda make sense. -blanked-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT UP.&lt;br /&gt;my voice is gone!!! my sweetie said i shout too much last night. &lt;em&gt;i wonder??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank like 3 mugs of honey. done. now it's betta. except i talk half way den the pitch change and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHH! CSI! -cao-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tricia passed me that oh-shits!-late-for-this shits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110766218566327629?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110766218566327629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110766218566327629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/r-o-t-t-i-n-galright.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110757362625149774</id><published>2005-02-05T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:20:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screams mistaken as laughter.</title><content type='html'>-whistles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY 5TH MUMM!! YOU ROCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-coughs-&lt;br /&gt;my diamond coffin is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sorry tricia. i need it 1st. muahhaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110757362625149774?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110757362625149774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110757362625149774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/screams-mistaken-as-laughter.html' title='screams mistaken as laughter.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110752675244239996</id><published>2005-02-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:38:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got the right to be wrong.</title><content type='html'>5th mumm!! hope you have a &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; birthday 'celebration' today!! don't cry cry hor!! :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite. i've done the stupidiest thing in the world ytd nite.&lt;br /&gt;after the online chat with tricia, the king, i msged her, &lt;br /&gt;' MY KING IS THE BEST!! -grinss- ' to her HOUSE! omg. i was so B L U R. LIKE HER!!&lt;br /&gt;den i faster msg her and i realised she didnt get the msg frm her house. i was laughing my asssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss like crazy. hahhahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cross country. &lt;strong&gt;TRICIA ROCKS!!&lt;/strong&gt; take care!! (naggy me)&lt;br /&gt;anywaie. we're the crazy class. we screamed whenever we won something!! good job guys!! :)&lt;br /&gt;long story abt the bathing thing after x-country. watever lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my &lt;em&gt;5th mumm's&lt;/em&gt; celebration at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;hehehhe. we're shopping ard and everything. well. i must say. today &lt;em&gt;ROCK&lt;/em&gt;S!&lt;br /&gt;we've done so many stupid things in the world at causeway.&lt;br /&gt;take neoprint and screamed like shits.&lt;br /&gt;me n agnes tricked pat yee in the cake thing. yes! the cake it's for YOU! nt myself! i HATE CHEEEEESEEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;i wore &lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt;. and we went cold storage. u kuw the cold storage uniform is GREEN? then i was paying for my drink and gladys was looking for me den i camouflaged with the cold storage cashier. CRAP SIA, BOSS! hahha.&lt;br /&gt;went to sit at the fountain there. den i say. don't push me down. i cannot swim. hahaha. L A M E SIA!!&lt;br /&gt;the tricia and chichang confusion in cindy!! WAKE UP SIA!!&lt;br /&gt;crapping and crapping and forever crapping!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry pat yee. i know we're cunning for lying to you and dragging you to bits n pieces 100000 times. but. ISNT THAT THE ONLY WAY TO HELP AGNES GET THE PRESSIE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)! really thanks for being there when i needed you soooo much. &lt;em&gt;(i'll need you more. so don't think u'll get away!! muahahhah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: im still laughing at 'you got something on your cheek&lt;em&gt;( rubs chin )'&lt;/em&gt; i know, im sick. but who bothers man!! alane!! i gotte tell you tis man!! -rubs cheek-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to take mrt with the chu-kang-ers.&lt;br /&gt;talk abt r/s. everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;went lot1! cos why?? PAT YEE WAN BUY PANTYLINER! muahhaha. SO MAFAN LER YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;den she say to gladys. you go pantyliner the toilet.(something lytt). she's soooo funny!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i can laugh like crazy with her ard.&lt;br /&gt;went homeeeee. den went toooo shop for chinese new year shitssss. dennn here i am. blogging this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woootie wootie.&lt;br /&gt;to my boss: you take care alrite! :)&lt;br /&gt;to tricia: TAKE SOME SLEEP!! hahahha. happy working. don't faint! don't faint!! BLURR LER YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;to pat yee: YES!! MUACKS!!&lt;br /&gt;to alane: SHINE ON ME!!&lt;br /&gt;to moses, my baby: WEEETIE! YOU GOT 2nd baby!! YOU GOT 2nd! heheh!! i love you to bitss!!!!!! -drools- and. sorry for the WTF. im really not angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOSES GOT 2ND!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(but he's my no. 1!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/9020186-110752675244239996?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110752675244239996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110752675244239996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-got-right-to-be-wrong.html' title='i&apos;ve got the right to be wrong.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110743070198651335</id><published>2005-02-03T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T19:38:21.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blindfold me with your affection.</title><content type='html'>you got something on your cheek. (rubs chin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the joke of the day man!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean. it's just sooooo stupid!&lt;br /&gt;after recess, yee sheng tell tricia, you got something on your cheek. -rubs chin- tricia starts to rub her chin. and everyone went laughing. we didn't get the joke. so me n tricia just laugh and i was like, you got something on your hand. -rubs leg-  hahhaa. stupidddd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den during SS, cheong wee said. you got something on your cheek. -rubs chin- THEN I GOT THE JOKE!! it's so funny!!! hahha. told tricia abt it. she didnt get it until i explained twice. hahah. you need to wake up man!! think u guys don't get it. but it's fun! hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there it goes. the lamest thing in the world. our class is just crap. C R A P. and i love it man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sch.&lt;br /&gt;had a maths remedial.&lt;br /&gt;nearly explode doing the 24 sums over there. it's horrrrible man!!! O M G! agnes and me are struggling like crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;waited for my baby. i'm patient!! oww crap.&lt;br /&gt;i keep taking off his BRA. went KAP to eat. MY STUPID IDEA!! woooooooooot. lalalalas.&lt;br /&gt;the wat food sucks man! don't eat. the new year shits food lar. watever. didnt eat at all. im sorry!! just rot and fight with him. wheeeet! you're my sweetiest!! the dimple shits. omg. im going crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked home frm KAP. tricia saw us! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bang bang bang him. hehehhe. i love to be with him!&lt;br /&gt;beg him like crazy!! hahaha. you know wat i mean!! went homeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;im stinky like crazie. i love my baby! wo ai moooooosyyyy. hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110743070198651335?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110743070198651335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110743070198651335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/blindfold-me-with-your-affection.html' title='blindfold me with your affection.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110735203192967006</id><published>2005-02-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:53:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my heavy heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i am not well.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110735203192967006?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110735203192967006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110735203192967006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-heavy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110733078896876555</id><published>2005-02-02T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T15:53:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too lost in you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've to say this! WATER IS VERI IMPORTANT TO US. o.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch sucks. yes. THE SCHOOL SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;wenta school today, of cos.&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm not physically well. im emotionally bonkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE ISN'T ANY WATER IN SCHOOL TODAY! screw it man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so we&lt;em&gt; bear&lt;/em&gt; with our urine. hahha. i tell you. that is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;so practically, &lt;em&gt;everywhere, everytime,&lt;/em&gt; we're talking abt water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how the guys shit?&lt;/em&gt; some shit bomb thingy going on with me, pat, melvin. i laughed like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how girls urine is boy's that toilet? the one standing&lt;/em&gt;. how girls aim? omg. pat! my sick 5th mum! we're sick, we know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE NEED WATER!&lt;br /&gt;water came!!! we rushed to the toilet man! it's green. eeek. &lt;em&gt;disgusting!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meiyee is so funnnnny! she flushed the toilet then the water came out like water bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe!! &lt;strong&gt;floorball!!&lt;/strong&gt; :) my fave!! had fun with it. going on abt no rules shits. hahaha. XD&lt;br /&gt;we draw! they had a last min goal. good job tricia! is it you? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;pls don't be sick! please please please. -prays hard-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosy blocked. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; test waiting for me tml. screw it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, take soooo long to settle whether to go home or wait for my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home. i didnt wait for him. :(&lt;br /&gt;he's the sweeeeeeeeeetiest! &lt;em&gt;(sorry socks! you're sweeeeeet too dearie!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. he's the swwwwweeeeeeeettiiiieeessssssssst. &lt;em&gt;(sherie-&gt; he's not mosy) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, hubby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests.tests.tests. i need a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110733078896876555?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110733078896876555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110733078896876555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-lost-in-you.html' title='too lost in you.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110724542356098242</id><published>2005-02-01T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:10:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that 2 dimples on your cheek. </title><content type='html'>i totally feel like collasping. but i know i won't.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go school today.&lt;br /&gt;i DON'T get to see my baby at all. NOT at all.&lt;br /&gt;i can't see his stupid walk, his voice that always makes me melt like crazy, his eyes that he always used it to diao at me. guess i'm the only one who can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, baby. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go school. i half sick half pon.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 8.30. msged my baobei and 5th mumm.&lt;br /&gt;spend the whole morning trying to figure out some html shits.&lt;br /&gt;went to sch for the parents-meeting shits.&lt;br /&gt;and went back home. that's when i feel like i'm collasping.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! thanks to hmmm,&lt;br /&gt;pat yee(who tells me to tc 1000 times);&lt;br /&gt;jelly(who ate my cookie she gave me);&lt;br /&gt;tricia(who say tc in every single msg, ur msg is so sweeeet;floorball! floorball!);&lt;br /&gt;meiyee;&lt;br /&gt;moses(my baobei!! WO XIANG NI);&lt;br /&gt;blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;im better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ah choo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110724542356098242?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110724542356098242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110724542356098242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/02/that-2-dimples-on-your-cheek.html' title='that 2 dimples on your cheek. '/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110718757272764715</id><published>2005-01-31T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:06:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M  O  S  E  S </title><content type='html'>i'm feeling horrible inside out.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't listen to my gentle giant's advice --  to drink water. so here i am, &lt;strong&gt;S I C K&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no pineapple tarts!! gosh!! :x. NOOOOOOO CHOCOLATES!!! GOSH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my tonsils are swollen. like red and swelling?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm jealous of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MALE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'M JEALOUS OF &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SMELLY!&lt;/span&gt;! HE GOTTA SPEND &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; TIME WITH MY SWEETIE THAN ME!!&lt;em&gt;(i'm hinting something to you, baby.)&lt;/em&gt; can you believe it? i'm so jealous. I'M SO JEALOUS. (i'm &lt;em&gt;half/not&lt;/em&gt; kidding)&lt;br /&gt;that's my horrible feeling inside. horrible eh? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lynne is jealous of a M A L E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this horrrrrrrible feeeeeling attttttttack me like shitsss.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my doc at 9. i only get to see him 2 hrs later. laoooo.&lt;br /&gt;i went home having that horrible feeling. the journey home is long. so ++ to my horrible feeeeling. thannn. my dad naggged at me. ++++ to my bad mood. my MUM NAGGGED AT ME. SUPER BIG +++++++ to my HORRRRIBLE FEEELING. -bangbangbang- i'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNS. KNS. KNS. KNS. i'm jealous of a G U Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;moses, my baby. pls pls pls, shoot me down now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/div&gt;benedict keh is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS AS BORING AS EVER.&lt;br /&gt;anna chan is a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;my tonsils should be cut off.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is ill.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be jealous of a G U Y.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalas. i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110718757272764715?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110718757272764715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110718757272764715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/m-o-s-e-s.html' title='&lt;B&gt;M  O  S  E  S &lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110708894667885260</id><published>2005-01-30T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T20:42:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he is my sweet surrender.</title><content type='html'>note: sweetie!! can you sing that song again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone at home. &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; surprise.&lt;br /&gt;my shoulder still hurts from trying to swim.&lt;br /&gt;my hair color is fading away and it turns out weird.&lt;br /&gt;my room's a mess. &lt;em&gt;BIG&lt;/em&gt; surprise.&lt;br /&gt;next week is a stress week. -&lt;em&gt;sighs-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my parents are sick. &lt;em&gt;AARGHH!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;migraine is killing me. &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110708894667885260?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110708894667885260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110708894667885260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/he-is-my-sweet-surrender.html' title='he is my sweet surrender.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110692352099988818</id><published>2005-01-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:45:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind’s filled with a thousand thoughts of you.</title><content type='html'>awww. my sweetie is sleeping. how i wish he's sleeping IN FRONT of me. :x. im serious! --&lt;em&gt;imagine&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e maths = bored.&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue =  test. lalalas.&lt;br /&gt;a maths = test + some shits.&lt;br /&gt;recess = pat's so dead. she's practically just dead.&lt;br /&gt;poa = i dislike mrs koor. so boring and my test is blank again.&lt;br /&gt;reading period = fun!! had lots of talks and complainings abt teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school,&lt;br /&gt;I SAW MY LESBIAN PARTNER!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;i keeeeeeeeeeeeeeep begging pat yee go watch the basketball match.&lt;br /&gt;she said 'seeee 1st'.&lt;br /&gt;so we went lot 1 and eat. decided not to go.&lt;br /&gt;den walked ard and decide to go her house.&lt;br /&gt;saw nash and cheong weeeee on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;went to her house and watch 'she's all that'&lt;br /&gt;nice!&lt;br /&gt;went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;my swimming coach called ask whether i cld hav lessons at 8.30. -grins-&lt;br /&gt;MY 1ST lesson = leg cramp.  --blanked-- im goin to take years to learn swimming man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch you sleep sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110692352099988818?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110692352099988818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110692352099988818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-minds-filled-with-thousand-thoughts.html' title='my mind’s filled with a thousand thoughts of you.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110682853826940939</id><published>2005-01-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:22:18.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a stone. hmmmmm </title><content type='html'>my new nick frm jelly. &lt;strong&gt;stone&lt;/strong&gt;. i just stoned. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is so &lt;em&gt;pisssssssssssssssed&lt;/em&gt; with mrs koor. naggy ler she. have to suffer man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;skipped&lt;/em&gt; a maths remedial for the basketball match. :x&lt;br /&gt;went there on time.&lt;br /&gt;they won!! whooo!! thrashed them like shits man. 55-27? i dun rem lar.&lt;br /&gt;lucks for tml's game okie?? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JIAYOU&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;em&gt;ai ni!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the match. watched regent vs jurong. jurong win. AGAIN. screwww them. hate them.&lt;br /&gt;went to grab something and went home. :)&lt;br /&gt;went to popular take his paycheck with him. and drag him ard the whole place. :x&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home. chat with patpatpat. she's better!! awwww!! finally!! XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt see my LP for so long! where hav u being?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110682853826940939?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110682853826940939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110682853826940939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-stone-hmmmmm.html' title='i&apos;m a stone. hmmmmm '/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110674111439160909</id><published>2005-01-26T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:05:14.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>screw the management.&lt;br /&gt;i went down to the pool. it's closed. CLOSED. that fuck managment nv told my dadd it's closed! nvm. postponed. lalallalas. i was so scareee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see him play TML!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -cries- i cant see!!&lt;br /&gt;cos. i got a maths remedial! screw anna chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE! run 8 rounds at the lower court!&lt;br /&gt;after that, played floorball. my faveeee shits in the world.&lt;br /&gt;tooooott. tttttoooooot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! today's izzah's birthday!! wooooooooooot!!!&lt;br /&gt;-sings birthday song-&lt;br /&gt;aww!! she's just so cuteee!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes! take care of ur lil nose there.&lt;br /&gt;pat!! omg! your voice! take care too!! I miss you. hahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;sweetie. plsplspls. jiayou for tml match and yey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110674111439160909?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110674111439160909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110674111439160909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/screw-management.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110665844675602437</id><published>2005-01-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:07:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-baobao-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ATTENTION TO PAT YEE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pat yee is so impt ah. everywhere oso pat yee here and there. she's going to kill me. X.X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care, pls! plsplspls. --begbeg--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to &lt;em&gt;bang and die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to &lt;em&gt;hug my pillow and cry&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cried enuff. it's still hurting me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawnss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot abt something!&lt;br /&gt;the game that i wenta watched.&lt;br /&gt;they lossssst by &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; points. nvm nvm.&lt;br /&gt;jia you!! swwweetttie!! don fall down on your butt again, can?? :x&lt;br /&gt;--still cursing that shitted who pushed him down--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110665844675602437?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110665844675602437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110665844675602437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/baobao.html' title='-baobao-'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110664366920599583</id><published>2005-01-25T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:01:09.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forget the sorrow.</title><content type='html'>i thought my head is going to explode. yes. i &lt;em&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bed early last night. &lt;strong&gt;realll ear&lt;/strong&gt;ly. even my mumm finds it weird. i nv slept early.&lt;br /&gt;was woke up by 5th mumm, &lt;em&gt;patpat&lt;/em&gt;, at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a.m. got a msg she might nt go sch.&lt;br /&gt;den i just got out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;and my head just&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much.&lt;br /&gt;so fucking much until i wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;went to find my mumm and &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; x.x, i couldnt take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i fell right down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky my mumm helped me to bed.&lt;br /&gt;stuffff painkillers into my mouth and i went back to sleep, with a i-thought-it's-going-to-explode head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up by 5th mumm AGAIN, at 6a.m, telling me she's going to school.&lt;br /&gt;the painkillers did it. my head doesnt feeeeel so heavy and painful and i went to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch his match and went home. with a not so painful head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's hurting, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110664366920599583?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110664366920599583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110664366920599583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/forget-sorrow.html' title='forget the sorrow.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110657299641472449</id><published>2005-01-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:23:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want you to hate me more than i hate myself.</title><content type='html'>that's what i'll do. --bang-- and die.&lt;br /&gt;yes. bang and die.&lt;br /&gt;woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 1/2 burnt out, again. this is shit. i still wanna bang and die.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes start to burn, again. fuck. i still wanna hug my pillow and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want you to hate me more than I hate myself,&lt;br /&gt;So that when I close my eyes at night,&lt;br /&gt;I can forget how much you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110657299641472449?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110657299641472449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110657299641472449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-you-to-hate-me-more-than-i-hate.html' title='i want you to hate me more than i hate myself.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110656858268376514</id><published>2005-01-24T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:12:00.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i just wanna take a gun and shoot the shits outta me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-BANG-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-lie dead-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110656858268376514?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110656858268376514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110656858268376514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-wanna-take-gun-and-shoot-shits.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110656044739680843</id><published>2005-01-24T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:54:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im sorry, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unreachable/3745537/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3745537_f0ba546e41_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unreachable/3745537/"&gt;i love you&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/unreachable/"&gt;chokeddonmycrapp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p style=""&gt;weeeet!! i done it! the wallpaper!! omg!! finally!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaie. im sorry sweeetie. wateva it is. im just sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110656044739680843?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110656044739680843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110656044739680843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-sorry-baby.html' title='im sorry, baby.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110640681569106451</id><published>2005-01-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T23:13:35.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tricia!! + meee!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame {	float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unreachable/3644200/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3644200_3d9f08067d_t.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="tricia!! + meee!!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;		&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/unreachable/3644200/"&gt;tricia!! + meee!!&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt; originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/unreachable/"&gt;chokeddonmycrapp&lt;/a&gt;.	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110640681569106451?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110640681569106451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110640681569106451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/tricia-meee.html' title='tricia!! + meee!!'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110640305386277685</id><published>2005-01-22T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:10:53.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that alphabet 'M'. </title><content type='html'>i've upload the photos we took during tricia's birthday!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is not around. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110640305386277685?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110640305386277685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110640305386277685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-alphabet-m.html' title='that alphabet &apos;M&apos;. '/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110632132316240739</id><published>2005-01-21T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:28:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't irritate me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ATTENTION 5TH MUMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES YOU!! take care of your lil &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; toe there.&lt;br /&gt;it's so horrible to see it so BLACK! ok?? take care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls. feeeel before you walked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remain as happy as you were!! bu yao sad sad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;glad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;you also bu yao sad sad ler!! don't get so troubled ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;genie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey!! done with passing msg to all this 3 sweetiess.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an old grandmother. :s&lt;br /&gt;talking abt grandmother blahblah. my fuck-the-air son just msged me and told me that if he got kids, he wants me be the god-mother. that's sooo funny. yet sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;finally chatting with daniel mumm. so sucky using web msn man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. my sista dragged me up in the morning to tan. yes i went tanning. nth much cos we didnt stay long.&lt;br /&gt;the clouds are irritating. come n go come n go.&lt;br /&gt;we get #&amp;((&amp;amp;$% and go home.&lt;br /&gt;quarrel with my mumm. dont wanna tok abt it.&lt;br /&gt;she just irritated me. im getting pisssssed. fuck and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;she's sooo like 'mandark'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110632132316240739?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110632132316240739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110632132316240739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-irritate-me.html' title='don&apos;t irritate me.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110623694961140701</id><published>2005-01-20T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T00:02:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerously in love.</title><content type='html'>tricia's party is a BOMB!!! my gosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i actually feel good abt sch today.&lt;br /&gt;anywaie. after school. spent some time with him and off to a maths.&lt;br /&gt;i tot im lateee but she didnt comeee.&lt;br /&gt;and edward wrote on the study area's board:&lt;br /&gt;' TO MRS ANNA CHAN! WE LEFT AT 2+++. YOU DIDNT COME FOR THE REMEDIAL. '&lt;br /&gt;i don't really rem how it goes. but it's so fucky funny. i laugh my asss out.&lt;br /&gt;after writing that. we caoooooo to canteen as we saw her coming. she went there. didnt see the notice at all. and walk off as we're nt ard.&lt;br /&gt;den we went back study area. she walked out of staff room and went down wen we're like sucha big grp luffing and everything. can you believe she's so blurrr?? stupid raymond called her and remedial as usual. WTF?? but it's so funny. we went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after remedial. i just stare out of study area to search for him playing basketball. awww. im drooling. :x&lt;br /&gt;went home. bathe. caooo to meet ray and go together to tricia's party.&lt;br /&gt;went thereeeeeeee. had so much fun!! she's sucha good host!!&lt;br /&gt;it's the swwwweeeeeeeetiest party i've ever being too!! it's just so swwwweeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;anywaie. it's just a BOMB! dancing. playing gamess. so fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went homeee. rot and now im 1/2 dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: LP!!! i MISS YOU SOOO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;to him: i missssssss those times weeeeeee're alone and rotttting&lt;br /&gt;togetherrrr. i love you!! pls. pls. pls. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110623694961140701?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110623694961140701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110623694961140701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/dangerously-in-love.html' title='dangerously in love.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110612583858234705</id><published>2005-01-19T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T17:54:52.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this empty pages.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEADACHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth?? i got so much shits homework today. a maths is like one mountain? anna chan is pervert.&lt;br /&gt;had PE. 2.4 run AGAIN! this is sick. super sick.&lt;br /&gt;ran with tricia, crappie mate meiyee, 5th mumm.&lt;br /&gt;omg. i nearly die running. thanks for the support man my piggy back partner, tricia!! ::))&lt;br /&gt;yi moon is sucha ass. keep saying i want vomit after the0 run. make me really wanna vomit the shits out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as USUAL. im dead during lessons. my migraine is killing me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school. suppose to go ngee ann for their open house but im just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;last min decide to go and buy tricia's pressie at lot1. we cant go farrrr!!&lt;br /&gt;went there. share with niko and 5th mumm. hehhee. me and pat is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;we're just S T U P I D!! nv go out with her man. she makes me eat like crazy.shhh. lalalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;sweetie sweetie!! i S T I L L want to celebrate our 1st month!! :(&lt;br /&gt;love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me! just pray for me. i wanna go tricia's party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110612583858234705?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110612583858234705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110612583858234705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-empty-pages.html' title='this empty pages.'/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9020186.post-110605575427981442</id><published>2005-01-18T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:42:34.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i'm feeling blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9020186-110605575427981442?l=purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110605575427981442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9020186/posts/default/110605575427981442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purchasedrebellion.blogspot.com/2005/01/blue.html' title=''/><author><name>lynne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107429916392471394</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
