<?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-8024045</id><updated>2012-01-27T08:18:01.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me away</title><subtitle type='html'>[give me a break]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-5068227153788603899</id><published>2008-07-19T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:45:45.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall post on this blog, since it looks like an emo blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading my posts since 2004, I realise that I wasn't &lt;em&gt;all that&lt;/em&gt; bimbotic in typing after all. Not exactly good english, but at least not like lian english. LOL. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling quite sick of being judged, gossiped about, blah blah blah. I guess it's a result of my own actions. I have reflected, but really, what have I done?? I wish someone would tell me, cos I don't know where I've gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, why does waving at gab leave the practically the entire nj canoeing team knowing me? and, of course I'd wave to him, he's my classmate. AND, he's shorter than me, I won't wave to him for other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, why does even edwin say stuff about me. He looks decent and I really had a good impression of him. Well not only does he tell canoeists stuff about me, he tells &lt;strong&gt;nickang&lt;/strong&gt; stuff about me, such that nk went to ask wen: aye your best friend kincheng right. she's edwin's good friend ah. and wen said: ya how you know? nk: edwin talked about her.&lt;br /&gt;Like, wth. I'm not angry. I'm just.. feeling stupid about my bad judgement of people and sad that someone I thought was nice is.. like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I should try and see the bright side of things. Study hard, must try to carry out BB plan. Must pay more attention during lectures and tutorial. Must stop stoning so often. Must cherish my friends more. Must talk more to ny friends. Must see if I can join co ! Though I know my mom won't really allow it. Ah, that's something I'll have to sort out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my one week early period is avergrating my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, pushing daisies sounds interesting. I shall check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bb. I don't want anyone to read this. And I don't expect anyone to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-5068227153788603899?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/5068227153788603899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=5068227153788603899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/5068227153788603899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/5068227153788603899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-shall-post-on-this-blog-since-it.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-110125918229690385</id><published>2004-11-23T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:19:42.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bleahx. my mum forbidded me to go for co practice. so irritating lor. and she wants me to go for piano lessons. heck. like, whats the difference. i rather go for co than piano lor. didnt even practice any piano stuff. and ruan is easy to hun. ha. okay. nvm. who is yoshimi gurl. sharon? she is acting very weird. "hi?" "bye." "bb." huh. shouldnt you be at ruan practice now. sod it lah. im bored. oh great. now my mum doesnt want to bring me to see that ruan book. at the book fair. cuz im supposedly sick. [i really dont mind seeing that book?] my father is really nice recently. getting me tan pians. [5 bucks. surprising he would be willing to buy it.] and helping me look for ruan books. he must be feeling guilty mum says i cant learn ruan yet. [shitty right.] boo. now i have to finish stupid piano grade 8 before learning ruan. gross lor. so i cant fail. i cant. brr. woo. i love jay. =D yes. ha. oh yeah. did i mention? slyvester is super cute. woo. but i doubt he'll make it to be singapore idol.  cuz that other guy has too many suporters. alumni of few thousands. boo. ;)) okay. nvm. my voice is horribly now. yicky. yucky. i love my ruan. did i mention? i should take a picture of it. and put it on my blog. ha. yep. oh yeah. dings concert was sucky. my brother slept through. then me and lyd were just starring at the players. dearr ding didnt even play lor. wasted my 3 bucks. hmm. i need something to eat. now. bb. [im a greedy pig] ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-110125918229690385?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/110125918229690385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=110125918229690385' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/110125918229690385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/110125918229690385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/11/bleahx.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-110124991000175898</id><published>2004-11-23T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T14:45:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo. im sick. slept at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9pm&lt;/span&gt; on monday. slept at &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8pm &lt;/span&gt;yesterday? woke up every hour. bleahx. so irritating. im burning. probably skipping xiaozu. feeling shitty now. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; i dun want to go for piano lessons lor. *screams* okay. gotta go. sleep more. or lian ruan. yeah. im crazy. lianing ruan at 7 o'clock in the morning. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;hehe. okie okie. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-110124991000175898?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/110124991000175898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=110124991000175898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/110124991000175898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/110124991000175898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/11/boo.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-110116791174431233</id><published>2004-11-22T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:58:31.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my computer ban is lifted. :)) off to australia this thursday. still have to go for that co open house thing. going to the airport at 6. coming back on the 6th. yay:). but guess what im having a sore throat cough cold blocked nose. shitty. bleahx.&lt;br /&gt;dazu yesterday sucked. just wilded away time doing practically nothing? yeah. played saima zhongyuanluogu and xingkong:) i love that song. hahaha. but i was sick of luning yesterday. also, i just hunned the 4th and 5th bars again. wahlau, cannot hear the guzheng at all, and the dizis were super messy. huiyi was frowning practically the whole practice. being mad at natalie for taking our sweets without asking. heh. oh yes. we almost didnt have ruans. oh she was kinda pissed at pot too. but anyway, shall not elaborate. ha. then we went home. natalie was telling me all kinds of stuff. hmm. stuff that pressure me to think think think. )): i really dunno if im good at ruan can. stop pressurizing me. the spelling is wrong. nvm. oh guess what natalie said: 'i really wish i could play the ruan like you lor' i was like ____ huh? and she said lots more other stuff. like the sec 1s and 2s are drifting apart again cuz the sec 3s came back. then everything is back to square one. *sigh* nvm. ohh i need to take my breakfast. ha. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109999538066169336</id><published>2004-11-09T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T02:16:20.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee~&lt;br /&gt;just got back from xiaozu.&lt;br /&gt;lalala~&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;br /&gt;yay~&lt;br /&gt;kind of anyway.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;how fake.&lt;br /&gt;we learnt a new song.&lt;br /&gt;xing kong.&lt;br /&gt;star space.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;so nice.&lt;br /&gt;my foot.&lt;br /&gt;kept playing wrong notes wrong rhythm wrong everything.&lt;br /&gt;so dear ding was wacking my chair to the rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i played wrongly she tried not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;and also, wacked my chair harder.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;she asked us to watch her concert.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;ding xiao yan yue tuan.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;heard from maureen.&lt;br /&gt;wahlaueh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant attend the one at ny academy of fine arts.&lt;br /&gt;shucks.&lt;br /&gt;gotta attend the 3 bucks one.&lt;br /&gt;at.. tampines.. is that how you spell it??&lt;br /&gt;stupid brother just got back.&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;wants to use the comp.&lt;br /&gt;has one in his room anyway.&lt;br /&gt;stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;got into em2.&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;im smarter!!&lt;br /&gt;yay!!&lt;br /&gt;my mum's opting him into em1.&lt;br /&gt;i got in.&lt;br /&gt;without opting.&lt;br /&gt;im so smart i cant stand it myself.&lt;br /&gt;wooo.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i love you jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okieokie.&lt;br /&gt;must lian ruan.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;okieokie.&lt;br /&gt;bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109999538066169336?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109999538066169336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109999538066169336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109999538066169336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109999538066169336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/11/whee-just-got-back-from-xiaozu.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109955698480772409</id><published>2004-11-03T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:10:22.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boohoo theres no one tagging my blog boohoo. hahax. cripes, mrs ee is very angry cuz me + wen cant attend the concert tonite and didnt tell her earlier. darn lorh. sorry lorh.&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG. i just read nat's blog. you have changed dearie. dear dear. im dead. im dying!! IM DYING!! HOW COULD A SUCK UP SAY THAT?????? oh my blurdy god. help. lydd. read it. &lt;a href="http://keeponsmiling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://keeponsmiling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; read it. read it. read it. man. gosh. i cant help it. i cant believe it!! wahahaha. this is funny, shocking, horrifying, and at the same time, satisfying. muahahahaha. im havin mixed feelings again. too bad sihui. too bad your sever is down. muahaha. flip readin this. flip flip flip!!! whooohhh~&lt;br /&gt;okieokie. i just went to kap with rach wen chiewlin esther vaness tianyuan yonghui shionyee vicki huiyan angela. yep. then went orchard to take neos + shop with wen chiewlin vaness tianyuan yonghui vicki huiyan and angela. yep. fun. but the neos were super small. anyway. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;i cant stop thinkin about nat. okay. let me quote her blog. her post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well. decided not to quote. ha. nvm. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeahh. start believin it!! muahaha. *convulsed with laughter* havin choral night in 3 hours. wish me luck. and hope i wont mess up. must act very very enthu. *sigh* *sigh* *sigh* took off my toe ring since according to maureen it 'reflects light into the audience and is quite obvious'. oh well. my mum is watching me. must do well. cant afford to let her down. again. since im that stupid to only get 60%.. *sigh*.. my life really sucks sometimes.. shall tag.. and try to sleep..&lt;br /&gt;did i mention, chiewlin is crazy. she kept telling ghost stories. and is super freaked. over nothing. not that its really scary either. and she was pulling vaness's jacket. and wen's hair. and my shirt. and she pulled my bra strap okay!! and snapped it! i was like screaming at her!! hhahaha.. making so much noise everywhere. wen's 6th time on the bus. guy came to check ticket. tore her ticket to show that her checked it. guess what she said: 'how dare he!!' muahahaha. oh yeah wen screamed on de bus and everyone looked at her!!! haha so funnie!! whoops. have to put make up soon. *groans* oh well.. bb dears. &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/8024045-109955698480772409?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109955698480772409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109955698480772409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109955698480772409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109955698480772409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/11/boohoo-theres-no-one-tagging-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109949749273982503</id><published>2004-11-03T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T08:09:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. my whole entry just got deleted. fine. shall retype, briefly.&lt;br /&gt;today, 209's choral nite. bummer. damn funnie. and a bit creepy, at the bear part. hahax. chiewlin is freaked out. oh well. im not that freaked. ha. that was our sister class!! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;okieokie. about my mood. from monday to today = roller coaster ride. i dunno why!! mixed feelings lor. okay. first on monday, it was like _______. then, tuesday i was amused, freakin pissed, at a loss, super hyper, freakin pissed, and super hyper again. as in, laughing like a mad man. and i could barely take in oxygen, laughing my butts out with nat. [shocking yeahh?] ha. maybe she noes the reason why we dont like her. ha. we'll see.. .. .. just wonderin, why the sudden change. oh well. got serious at late night. phone under my butt, while i was lying on my bed, trying not to sleep. oh well. had some talk about sls. future sls. [good luck huiyi nat chenchi + myself, though i probably wont have a chance + lydia too.]. and today, really weird. dunno how do describe. should i elaborate? like, you wanna see the person alot, and when you actually see the person, you dont want to see him. or her. or it. whatever. its really weird. damn. im addicted to haishiguniang it rawks!!!!!!!! choral nite, plenty of guys. should ask luachang or darren on friday. or thursday. [wenyi help me ask leh].&lt;br /&gt;yep. this is a rather long entry huh. i cut short alot of things though. god. my thoughts are un-collected. like, scattered around, messed up, so many things to say, but dunno when to begin, how to being. such a mess. im such a mess. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;wen broke the glow stick today. so lame!! my skirt + her specs+ her bag+ practically everything in sight was full of the glowing liquid. so coool!! wow big wow!! hahax.&lt;br /&gt;euphemia, dont play with us during huibao. unless you can borrow the $10 tanpian from ding for me.&lt;br /&gt;im losing control.&lt;br /&gt;my god. orlando is freakin cute.&lt;br /&gt;im tryin to refrain from using abusive lang.&lt;br /&gt;lydia, my dearest fellow classmate, sihui is watching us tomorrow. choral night. lets act normal. [im laughing my butts off, again] anyway. have to use human superglue to stick it back. wahaha. im hyper liao!! cant find a suitable skin! *groans* maybe i should sleep. choral night tomorrow. oh well who cares. ooh piggie!! im mad!! lala. okie. shall stop my entry here.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, this name comes to mind: meehan.&lt;br /&gt;gosh!! hahaha okieokie i shall stop!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was just thinking. ruan and liuqin have alot of chio people. like lydia, michelle. as in, other people find them chio and so do i lah. yep.&lt;br /&gt;god damn it. i am &lt;strong&gt;fuckin&lt;/strong&gt; pissed. my mum was reading my msges. and she said' why did you send more than 20 msges in less than half an hour??! and all to sihui??! i think you should stop msging her!! at least your other friends give more complete answers! not mono-syllabic answers!! what nonsense do you all talk about?!!'&lt;br /&gt;excuse me but just fuck it. what the &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt; has my msges got to do with you for gods sake.&lt;br /&gt;man. i am &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;. totally. cripes. and she confiscated my phone okay!! what the hell. now its in her bag. i dont dare to go into her room to get it back. oh well. &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;. jiayou to 109 for tomorrow --&gt; choral night!!&lt;br /&gt;sleep early. ha.&lt;br /&gt;bb dearies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109949749273982503?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109949749273982503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109949749273982503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109949749273982503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109949749273982503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/11/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109925975248291672</id><published>2004-10-31T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:55:52.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wooooooohhhhhhhh.. its 10 mins to 6 now. in the morn. dont ask. i cant sleep. *groans* had a super yucky walkaton yesterday. wahlaueh. 5.5km. all our very nice sec 3 seniors didnt go. [except for yaqi]. same goes for pipa. anyway. it was quite lame. huiyi was like blahblahblah.. finding something to talk about. then the acs guys didnt wear the stupid yellow t-shirt. so they stood out. spent quite some time critizing them. then cherry plus chiewlin plus lydia were laughing at some guys. and at the same time, me and huiyi were pointing out that they were cute. so lame!! then, we started talking about bras and expansion of boobs [chiewlin]. cuz i was wearing a brown bra. and huiyi was telling me she wanted to wear black. but the shirt was too transparent. =====&gt; fast forward&lt;br /&gt;end of walk. so sian. had some rather erm kind of food. oh yes. did i mention. huiyi was freaking pissed that natalie was following sharon + szuan thruout the walk. hahahaha. so extra. [no offence nat]. and sharon was trying to run away from this guy she likes. hahaha. back to food. i didnt eat the apple. ended up with 2 blisters on my feet. heck. mrs ee saw me. [unfortunately]. asked me if i knew how to go home. huiyi said no. mrs ee tried to tell me, didnt noe how, got someone to bring me to the mrt. wahlaueh. i wasnt even sure if my mum was fetching me or not. then chiewlin had this stupid idea that mrs ee likes me. [durhhh]. so i said it was scary, is scary. and we started telling ghost stories. so lame, but creepy. then we were cutting thru the woods, so we were screaming. cuz huiyi screamed. oh yeah, some guys passed us, as in, banged into me, and we screamed, especially me. so embarrassing!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;went to swensens on wednesday. [happie bdae val!! loove ya!] we were super noisy. people were staring at us. then, the bill came up to 126 bucks. with 40 bucks voucher and 15% discount. imagine. took neos. super funn.&lt;br /&gt;on friday, i learnt how damn cute orlando is. god. no. i nearly fainted. me and cherry we squeaking at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;cherry isnt taking pipa lessons from yujia anymore. [&lt;strong&gt;lydia&lt;/strong&gt;: please take note]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. its 6. i have to run. for dazu. *groans and sighs* hahaha. okieokie. i should just practise more next time. i think. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention, jonathan is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109925975248291672?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109925975248291672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109925975248291672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109925975248291672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109925975248291672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/10/wooooooohhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109865329707519553</id><published>2004-10-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:28:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okieokie. i noe its 5.30. and i should be sleeping. but i already woke up. and cant get back to sleep. so anyway. im boored. seriously bored. tralala yesterday practised my ruan from 9.15+ to 10+. so guai rite!! haha. lame. peiyan i need you to help me with something. its important yet i keep forgeting. *sigh* anyway. i just had this really dumb dream. believe me. it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im on the bus. school bus. nanyang school bus, in fact. with 109 people. and another class. 209. and ms ng. we're going to this motorcycle competition. [i noe it sounds lame, guess i was bored in my dreams too.] then the competition itself was a blur [lame again but i cant help it]. then i was on the bus again. and i was flopped all over the seat. with sipei behind and kaihui &lt;s&gt;in front&lt;/s&gt; beside. then, ms ng came on. and the bus moved. i started chatting happily with sipei. then ms ng started talking.. blahblahblah. and suddenly she mentioned that we were in the bus with 311. and i gasped. and it was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; embarrassing. okaky i didnt like gasp that loudly but anyway, someone &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; me gasping, in my dream, that is. okay and i dunno how we got off the bus in the end. [another lame factor] maybe only i got off. and then, there was this bike. so, i got on and started telling people that i was going home in that bike. and loads of people were all around, all over the floor, from nanyang. so, kinda surprising. then, i reached de hdb place. and i started racing with this guy. and magically, the bike became a motorcycle. [this is really really really lame. dont worry, i know.] then, we were just racing, and racing, and racing. and suddenly both of us stopped, and like the bikes became bolsters or something, and we started to hit each other with them. then stopped. chiewlin came along, in my dream lah, and was really extra. and the rest is so seriously lame im not mentioning them in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh. enough of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;im bored. maybe shall change skin again. chenhoon has been doing that everyday. ha. okieokie. bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109865329707519553?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109865329707519553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;B&gt;"Nobody's Home"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you why she felt that way, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt it everyday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't help her, &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched her make the same mistakes again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong, what's wrong now?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be strong, be strong now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings she hides.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams she can't find.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't find her place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her faith.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen from grace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's all over the place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,oh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah&lt;br&gt;&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/8024045-109780905711459584?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109780905711459584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109780905711459584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109780905711459584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109780905711459584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/10/nobodys-home-i-couldnt-tell-you-why.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109720924680575238</id><published>2004-10-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:24:43.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Try to tell me what I shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;You should know by now,&lt;br /&gt;I won't listen to you&lt;br /&gt;Walk around with my hands up in the air&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm alright, I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever run and hide &lt;br /&gt;I won't compramise &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch the time go by&lt;br /&gt;I won't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Just freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always have to do everything right&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for yourself&lt;br /&gt;And put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;walk around with your hands up in the air &lt;br /&gt;Like you don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm alright, I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever run and hide &lt;br /&gt;I won't compramise &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch the time go by&lt;br /&gt;I won't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Let it go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me live my life&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever run and hide &lt;br /&gt;I won't compramise &lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't watch the time go by&lt;br /&gt;I won't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Gonna freak out, let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109720924680575238?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109720924680575238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109720924680575238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109720924680575238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109720924680575238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/10/try-to-tell-me-what-i-shouldnt-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109676468422628311</id><published>2004-10-02T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:53:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forgotten" </title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up on everything&lt;br /&gt;Because you messed me up&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how much you&lt;br /&gt;Screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;You never listened&lt;br /&gt;That's just too bad&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know I need to step up and be strong&lt;br /&gt;Don't patronize me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Do you forget it now&lt;br /&gt;You never got It&lt;br /&gt;Do you get it now&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Ah ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get away&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in thinking about yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It's too late now&lt;br /&gt;It won't ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;We're so different now&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;I know I wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;If only I could run away&lt;br /&gt;If only I could run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away&lt;br /&gt;I told you what i wanted I&lt;br /&gt;I told you what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;What I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;I won't be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Never Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus (2x)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8024045-109676468422628311?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109676468422628311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>in de comp lab with chiewlin, ivle not working.. she cant print some stupid science and lit notes.. duhh..&lt;br /&gt;valencia and me were like uhh during math lesson.. lame.. mrs pauline chan gave us ice cream.. so nice.. muahaha.. okay at least i have a nice teacher, apart from ms sabrina.. yeahh she rawks!!&lt;br /&gt;the bell rang, but its eng, so anyway..&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, during pccg, had stupid spring cleaning.. i was waiting for rachel to finish cleaning her table so i could clean the others, and &lt;em&gt;mr&lt;/em&gt; derek tan scolded me.. for doing nothing.. hello?? not like everyone else was doing something.. and when i was wiping de tables, valencia went 'huh you really doing?' like i wanna do lor.. arrgh.. bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109651528985401249?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109626519230780358</id><published>2004-09-26T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:51:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh great. my entry was just deleted cuz the computer hanged. darnnnn obviously &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah im in de comp lab with rachel and chiewlin and wenyi. went for recess just now, were talking about bootches.. ahahahahahahahaha soo funny cuz we were talking about this gurl in de line.. i mean, valencia was in the next line lah.. then she thought the girl in front was another girl who is a bootch but its actually not her.. and then she was saying the hair style looks like her but its not her but all the while she was thinking i was refering to her so she and yumei were telling me all about her but in the end we realised it wasnt her so i was like' oii that the bootch' then valencia was like' hhuh?? thought it was the other one' so lame am i making sense?? okay.. the bell rang.. guai guai chiewlin is going off.. duhh so guai.. logging off now.. bbye..&lt;br /&gt;i just re-read this. im not making sense. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;me and wenyi and rachel r now typing frantically.. bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109626519230780358?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109626519230780358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109626519230780358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109626519230780358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109626519230780358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-great.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109598154891751926</id><published>2004-09-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:19:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;blood stinks. ewww. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bored. shall make this short.&lt;br /&gt;no school for 3 days, i shall &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to mug. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Macaulay so poor thing, took drugs. plus got caught. *sobb* hes so cute.&lt;br /&gt;happy belated tom felton.&lt;br /&gt;met khangwen on de bus yesterday, both of us were grinning like mad.&lt;br /&gt;damn lame, cuz we were both trying not to care. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood stinks. ewww. &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/8024045-109598154891751926?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109598154891751926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109598154891751926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109598154891751926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109598154891751926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/blood-stinks_23.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109590991607347208</id><published>2004-09-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:25:16.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;blood stinks. eww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in de comb lab with chiewlin now. lame. there is this 1 and a half hour break. how nice. after listening to some cranky people telling us how they wanna improve nanyang. duh. it was &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; interesting i nearly fell asleep. chiewlin was drawing rubbish the whole time. plus criticizing people all the way. ookay some were fine though. aww man i should take a panadol my stomach is cramping up. knvm. tomorrow is my grandmother's bdae #groans# i really dont wanna go. and im &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;buying her a present. period. my tag-board is dead. whoever visits my blog, tag! now! this is a direct order from me! muahaha okk i shall not be lame. oh great i cant go for the mid autumn fest in my primary school *sobb*.. luachang asked me out to watch movie with him and his friends but i turned him down. **sorrrryy** but im having exams *sobb* this is horrible. not like i don't wanna watch movies right. knvm. shall i say, the student counciler things is a total **eww** and i will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be a student councilor. eww. bahh nvm. arrgh went for piano lessons yesterday. imagine. what the heck. got a scolding for not cutting my fingernails, plus not bringing my piano score, plus not practicing, plus not being able to play the running notes. darn. nvm.&lt;br /&gt;oh great i realised there is a problem with the tag-boards &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. what the hell is the problem with it huh.&lt;br /&gt;oh god no sipei has been reading &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; blog. can you believe it?? i was like ' oh you missed her again, too bad cant judge her' then sipei said 'oh she sounds quite nice from her blog' and im like' what?!?!? you've been reading her blog??!?' and sipei said 'yeah kind of.' in this perfectly normal tone. i was like freaking out, and sipei was laughing cuz her stuUpid plastic bag was halfway through her humoungeous stack of books. and mine was more than 30cm thick. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;friendships are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what we'll be doing later. must be something stuupid. oh i know!! spring cleaning! duh. how interesting could that get huh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i met xingyun on de bus yesterday. so funny. he said something to me then i couldnt hear, thought he was talking to someone else, so i turned back. nobody. then i turned to him and said 'huh?' and he just walked off. what the heck. i was like 'what?!' but he didnt even look back so i was like 'oOkay, fine.' and just went into nanyang. muahaha lame man.&lt;br /&gt;practiced saiman yesterday. yay im so guai. i am &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;going to practice fang pai. promise. i cant stand it. keeps changing key. there had better be a practice on the week after the exams &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;dazu, so we can at least practice, though i doubt i will.  and i loove saima and zhongyuanluogu. yayy. #grins#..&lt;br /&gt;i should be off.&lt;br /&gt;whoever comes here, tag!! [though the tag-board is currently problematic].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;blood stinks. eww. &lt;/em&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/8024045-109590991607347208?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109590991607347208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109590991607347208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109590991607347208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109590991607347208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/blood-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109573743759559230</id><published>2004-09-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:30:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi.. im in de comp lab with wenyi, was. she went out. saw janice just, and both of us shut up, then went' oh my god!!'. heh.. im sho bored wenyi has been msging all lesson.. whee~ naughty gurl.. she was shocked that that person who cut the queue at de local delight was sihui but &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, i dunno why.. and she asked me to order first.. melanie and that chio are in de lab with me muahaha.. my tag board is working.. good. chen hoon, i cant go for the mid autumn fest at nan hua. help me tell luachang + aaron +whoever asked me thanks.. my grandmother's bdae.. im seeing justin yayyayyay!! ohmygosh i should be planning how to react, &lt;strong&gt;if&lt;/strong&gt;  he even goes, being un-&lt;em&gt;siao shun&lt;/em&gt; as he is.. hee.. okk should be going now.. so so so bored.. oh god, de bell rang, bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109573743759559230?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109573743759559230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109573743759559230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;mugging now. dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great this computer is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thicked skinn duh. okaay i really dunno what im doing now. but if you think its you then its not you, and if you dont think its you then its you.. get me?!? oh god im dying..&lt;br /&gt;oknvm.&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/8024045-109568241084939386?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109568241084939386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109568241084939386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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out&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Reality overcomes me&lt;br /&gt;I'm living a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel right at all&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Together we've built a wall&lt;br /&gt;Together holding hands we'll fall&lt;br /&gt;Hands we'll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gone on so long&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I need&lt;br /&gt;Something good to rely on&lt;br /&gt;Something for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel right at all&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;Together we've built a wall&lt;br /&gt;Together holding hands we'll fall&lt;br /&gt;Hands we'll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm lying here&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are choking&lt;br /&gt;On you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;On you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;On you, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel together&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm around you&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel together&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109565304049727774?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109559916298962729</id><published>2004-09-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T06:06:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>record: 38.1 degrees&lt;br /&gt;sweating like mad gosh head aches.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109559916298962729?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109559916298962729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109559916298962729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109559916298962729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109559916298962729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/record-38.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109490675922929855</id><published>2004-09-11T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T05:45:59.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Complicated"Uh huh, life's like thisUh huh, uh huh, that's the way it isCause life's like thisUh huh, uh huh that's the way it isChill out whatcha yelling' for?Laid back it's all been done beforeAnd if you could only let it beyou will seeI like you the way you areWhen we're drivin' in your carand you're talking to me one on one but you've becomeSomebody else round everyone elseYou're watching your back like you can't relaxYou're tryin' to be cool you look like a fool to meTell meWhy do you have to go and make things so complicated?I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustratedLife's like this youAnd you fall and you crawl and you breakand you take what you get and you turn it into honestyand promise me I'm never gonna find you fake itno no noYou come over unannounceddressed up like you're somethin' elsewhere you are ain't where it's at you seeyou're making melaugh out when you strike your posetake off all your preppy clothesyou know you're not fooling anyonewhen you've becomeSomebody else round everyone elseWatching your back, like you can't relaxTrying to be cool you look like a fool to meTell meWhy do you have to go and make things so complicated?I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustratedLife's like this youand You fall and you crawl and you breakand you take what you get and you turn it intohonestypromise me I'm never gonna find you fake itno no noChill out whatcha yelling for?Lay back, it's all been done beforeAnd if you could only let it beYou will seeSomebody else round everyone elseYou're watching your back, like you can't relaxYou're trying to be cool, you look like a fool to meTell meWhy do you have to go and make things so complicated?I see the way you're acting like you're somebody else gets me frustratedLife's like this youand you fall and you crawl and you breakand you take what you get and you turn it intohonestypromise me I'm never gonna find you fake itno no noWhy do you have to go and make things so complicated?I see the way you're acting like your somebody else gets me frustratedLife's like this youYou fall and you crawl and you breakand you take what you get and you turn it into honestypromise me I'm never gonna find you fake itno no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109490675922929855?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109490675922929855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109490675922929855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109490675922929855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109490675922929855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/complicateduh-huh-lifes-like-thisuh.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109489721453237593</id><published>2004-09-11T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T03:07:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[hi]]</title><content type='html'>ive realised something. i forgive too easily. just too easily. its like, i just choose to forget. i dont know why. maybe it just my character. huh. okay. nvm. ytd went with valencia to see the bonesetters daughter. didnt understand. age diff. uh. like we were spending more time critizing and commenting on every person there. the place was guy infested. heh. full of silly guys showing off. wearing stupid stuff. missed lydia. kinda bored. we ate pringles. i broke my little finger nail. damn. it hurt. *sad*. valencia's mum gave me a lift to the nearest bus stop. thanks. went home, bathed, slept. today's boring. haha. arrgh. gotta do the inspiration thingy. #bye#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109489721453237593?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109489721453237593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109489721453237593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109489721453237593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109489721453237593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/hi_11.html' title='[[hi]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109479244326140319</id><published>2004-09-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:00:43.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[heyy]]</title><content type='html'>im in the comp lab with &lt;u&gt;val&lt;/u&gt;encia. supposed to be doing the stuupid inspiration thing. i am having &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; inspiration right now. just had lit supp. understood nothing. except you should not be too eager for guys and have 6 guys to like you before choosing. life's lessons from mrs chan.. haha. hilarious. okay. &lt;strong&gt;what is the meaning of life? the physical treasure is not so important. what is more is the things santiago learnt on his journey to his treasure. Santiago experiences what alchemy is in his soul because he was willing to live it out. Santiago was really fearful of losing verything he had. &lt;/strong&gt;like.. huh?? dont understand.. haha.. gotta go now.. byebye.. =D..&lt;br /&gt;btw, im kin &lt;strong&gt;cheng&lt;/strong&gt;, not kin &lt;em&gt;chen&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/8024045-109479244326140319?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109479244326140319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109479244326140319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109479244326140319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109479244326140319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/heyy.html' title='[[heyy]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109477796227955869</id><published>2004-09-09T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T17:59:22.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{whee~]</title><content type='html'>aparently, every single thing i did on my blog yesterday was wasted.&lt;br /&gt;knvm. anyway. i shall rite it again.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;embarrassing&lt;/strong&gt;. dont worry. i mean it. totally.&lt;br /&gt;had dazu prac. *groans*.  mrs ee took 10 mins to take attendence.  as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i was dreaming. starring at the pu. playing with my ruan.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, she started talking about this dream. wahlaoeh. so lydia and i were&lt;br /&gt;giving other this &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt;. and then i was like 'ok why is she telling us about her dream'.&lt;br /&gt;then, i vaguely heard something about a student counciler. and something about her&lt;br /&gt;being part of the crowd. and i caught cherry's eye. and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, we gave each other this look.&lt;br /&gt;and she turned around to tell chiewlin and audrey something. and we all laughed. ha.&lt;br /&gt;and then, suddenly, when i was gonna reach for my phone, mrs ee went lyk ' na ge ren jiu she ni, kin &lt;em&gt;chen&lt;/em&gt;.'.&lt;br /&gt;then i was totally like 'oh. okay.' and i was thinking 'are you still talking about the student counciler??'&lt;br /&gt;then like &lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt; was laughing. and maureen jolene and jiaying all burst out laughing. mean.&lt;br /&gt;i was like' oh gosh. what??'. like natalie lydia huiyi chiewlin cherry audrey yonghui tianyuan peiyan was &lt;em&gt;laughing&lt;/em&gt;. then, to make things worse, some very nice person 2 seats away from me started choking. and i was &lt;strong&gt;darn &lt;/strong&gt;embarrassed, mind you. arrghh.&lt;br /&gt;then mrs ee started talking about a car no. 853. yeah. duh. i am gonna buy 4-D with that right. ha. duh.&lt;br /&gt;i cant understand mrs ee. really. i dont know what shes thinking. first she scolds me for my attitude, then, suddenly, she talks about me in her dream.&lt;br /&gt;ppl are telling me she loves me. yeah. right. i really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;and i was really in a jerky mood then, cuz i was waiting for melanie to knock on the door and pass me my pe t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;drats. *groans*. arrgh. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop calling me future student counciler. i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109477796227955869?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109477796227955869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109477796227955869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109477796227955869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109477796227955869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/whee_09.html' title='{whee~]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109437320551666215</id><published>2004-09-05T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:33:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[hihi]]</title><content type='html'>ha.. im blogging in a library how &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;. but my mum got angry at my progress report darn. thankew mrs ee for the AEs.&lt;br /&gt;i have two blogs now. ha.&lt;br /&gt;new add is &lt;a href="http://www.isolemnlyswear-.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.isolemnlyswear-.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whoever hasnt linked: link now!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.. im kinda crazy today. freezing. ha. ruan prac tomorrow. michelle's tching us. heh. nice.&lt;br /&gt;thanks michelle. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazu yesterday was kinda horrifying and a bit stupid.&lt;br /&gt;stupid cuz we did nothing. i laughed at the suona. haha. sorry. &lt;br /&gt;uh. something happen, and lydia was smirking at me the whole dazu prac.&lt;br /&gt;not funny.&lt;br /&gt;shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. gotta go. my mum is waiting. bye.&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/8024045-109437320551666215?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109437320551666215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109437320551666215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109437320551666215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109437320551666215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/hihi.html' title='[[hihi]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109420678063571994</id><published>2004-09-03T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T03:19:40.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/&lt;b&gt;valencia-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyy kincheng ((: i did your blog. thank me for that yeahh??&lt;br /&gt;now its soo nice.&lt;br /&gt;nicer than mine.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY wanna change mine&lt;br /&gt;think im gona do that now.&lt;br /&gt;yepp&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you need any help&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be there to help&lt;br /&gt;yeah?&lt;br /&gt;bbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;signing off-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109420678063571994?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109420678063571994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109420678063571994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109420678063571994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109420678063571994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/valencia-heyy-kincheng-i-did-your-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109404589522027078</id><published>2004-09-01T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T06:38:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[erm]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is to &lt;strong&gt;sihui&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for losing my temper. i shouldnt have. i know you read my blog. and lydia's. but i dint think you would. until i saw your links. yes. and lydia also told me.  so sorry for the stuff i said. i just didnt feel. uh. and sorry i cant delete that entry. i dont know what is wrong with this. and i will get lydia to help me edit it. uh. and sorry sorry sorry for whatever youre mad at. sorry i lied and said i didnt read you blog cuz i dint wanna get szuan into trouble. sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is to &lt;strong&gt;szuan&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am very very very sorry i got you into trouble. i didn't know. really. i didn't. and if i did i wouldn't have asked you for it. sorry i messed things up. but really, did you know? did you know it was me? and if you did you wouldnt tell. so lydia says. yeah. it kinda right. you wouldnt. so did you know it was me or did you not? huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yours sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kincheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109404589522027078?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109404589522027078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109404589522027078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109404589522027078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109404589522027078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/09/erm.html' title='[[erm]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109400151277836110</id><published>2004-08-31T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:18:32.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[heyy]]</title><content type='html'>i shall now rite about today. after editing &lt;em&gt;yesterday&lt;/em&gt;'s entry. cuz of &lt;strong&gt;lydia&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;err. i dont know what the heck im doing here when i have 3 sets of stuupid math paper to finish.&lt;br /&gt;omg valencia sorry if i dont hand in on time. i cant finish it. i refuse.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that i havent handed in about 3 sets of suibi[sorry emelyne though i dont think youll be reading this]].&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick. im not supposed to mention it. i promised myself. i wont. not in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[[fastforward--&gt;&gt;--&gt;&gt;]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday [tuesday] was kinda boring. my class din do anything. no one could be bothered sto bring anything thanks to &lt;strong&gt;SIPEI&lt;/strong&gt; you are a naughty gurl. &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;.. she decided to give a &lt;strong&gt;speech&lt;/strong&gt; so i was lyk haha.. and lydia was like 'she thinks shes leehiesnlong' i dont noe how to spell his name.. and when i mentioned it out loud the class went into peals of laughter.. hahaha.. sorry sipei.. hehe.. soo..&lt;br /&gt;[[forward]]&lt;br /&gt;we hung around.. i got scolded by mak for going toilet with valencia. and we were both laughing. and mak was lyk' you are very happy getting scolded for going to the toilet' to valencia.&lt;br /&gt;i we were grinning lyk mad.&lt;br /&gt;then he wrote[pl] on the board. as in please blahblahblah. then he erased it and wrote in chinese [since he is a &lt;em&gt;chinese&lt;/em&gt; teacher duh] and me and valencia both turned around to yumei lydia and sarah and went ' please give me my present' and were laughing lyk mad.. and wanted to give him squashed roses.. hahaha.. so funnie..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;..[[forward]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot. humid. bored. squashed. noisy.&lt;br /&gt;that was the &lt;em&gt;atmosphere&lt;/em&gt; in the hall. [okay, thats not atmosphere but who cares]&lt;br /&gt;and then, there were this MCs and we were lyk 'huh.. &lt;em&gt;okaay&lt;/em&gt;..'&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, some funnie ppl went to perform. and i was like 'okaay'  and i couldnt get the joke cuz it was in&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;chinese. so. yeah. and then, sarah performed and i was lyk'xingyun should be here'. hahaha.. and huixin's class performed. and then, there was this girl wearing this skirt which was ugly cuz we could see her shorts. and i was saying its ugly and lydia was saying it was &lt;em&gt;fashion &lt;/em&gt;so were arguing. and about 90s later, i said' you know that girl' lydia nodded. me'that girl with the ugly skirt' and lydia nodded. me'you know who she is' lydia nodded. and we both burst out laughing. and i was lyk' i din notice' and lydia was lyk' you are so  slow please..''&lt;br /&gt;and we were grinning lyk mad.. oh. and that shuai guy janice came on stage and i nearly freaked out cuz she looks &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good as a guy. yes. i mean it. and wenyi freaked out too. hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, 311 came onstage and chuachiewlin was lyk'did you see my cousin' and gave a weird look and we both burst out laughing wahaha.. i din see anyone else i knew i think. the sec 1s did nothing. haha.. and lyk'okay i am used to that' so fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&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/8024045-109400151277836110?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109400151277836110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109400151277836110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109400151277836110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109400151277836110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/08/heyy_31.html' title='[[heyy]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109382616459791196</id><published>2004-08-29T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:00:20.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[click me]]</title><content type='html'>this is to &lt;u&gt;valencia&lt;/u&gt;.. thankew for &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt; me make my blog haha.. but i think i wanna change blogskin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha.. imdyingimdyingimdyingimdyingimdyingimdyingimdying.. hahaha.. please.. brr.. and this timing for what time i post my stuff is&lt;strong&gt; wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.. drats.. last weeks tests were horrible and i bet i failed everysinglethingdamnit&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;damnit damnit damnit damnit damnit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i shall rite about sco concert cuz lydia made me delete that entry due to some *inconveniences* so yeah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the concert i saw peiqian and her friend from pipa so i was like 'hi' and she was like 'oh hi' and i was like &lt;em&gt;okaay&lt;/em&gt;.. and it went fine i saw her in the toilet again.. anyway.. i was asleep half the concert like please if you have been up since 6 and listening to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert.. &lt;em&gt;okaay.. &lt;/em&gt;and yeah.. that is about it peiyan's IT work on nyco is fabulous.. haha.. yayayayayay.. i am crazy have to go now it look almost time anyway im dying so bye.. or shall i rite more.. i have no idea what ms chee is saying.. omg i thought i just lost my phone.. corro is &lt;strong&gt;boring&lt;/strong&gt; period.. okay.. ms chee just stood beside me and i pretended to be doing &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha.. okay.. there is five mins left to burnkillpass.. &lt;strong&gt;lydiaischio&lt;/strong&gt;. which reminds me. when i first told sihui she was chio thru sms she went like 'oh. she must be joking'. but no. i was not. natalie does not think sihui is chio and chen chi went like 'i would need a few days to consider'. but huiyi went like'quite' and i gave myself a straight ''yes'' duh.. and huiyi got all pissed when natalie said sihui wasnt chio and went like '' you think you more chio ah'' and i was like laughing like mad.. and huiyi said sihui head to toe all more than us hahaha.. yeah.. 5 ear holes and toe ring + black bra what the heck.. haha.. okaay.. hey natalie did you find your tiao ying qi hahaha.. i am so sorry about it. not. hahaha.. iamcrazy gotta go now.. bye ppl.. =D..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109382616459791196?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109382616459791196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109382616459791196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109382616459791196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109382616459791196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/08/click-me.html' title='[[click me]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109382585939697096</id><published>2004-08-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T17:30:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[heyy]]</title><content type='html'>hello.. im falling asleep and in ite [obviously] cuz i dun noe anything to do with it and i am lousy at it so yeah.. hahaha.. and of course i did not upload anything to do with IT.. fine. arrghh.. yesterday i called sihui and guess what she said we cant change places and have to sit like the way we are now so we cant learn fast i guess since we cant catch up [[sorry huiyi but anyway you dont read blogs so you wont be reading mine haha]].. i dunno why huiyi wants to sit nxt to yaqi anyway.. haha.. who cares?? whatever.. i love dazu prac man it rawks!! haha.. okay.. lets admit that i din play a single &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;correct &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;note or chord or whatever.. and i was starring at the back of sihui's hand and trying to see where to play so i think i managed to play &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; lousy note but anyway.. hahaha.. it is an achievement.. yay.. and huiyi was complaining like mad.. haha.. crazy gurl.. insisting she wanted to sit nxt to yaqi.. what de.. erm.. im gonna get scolded for not uploading my stuff.. drats.. skipping prac again this tuesday.. damn.. i really dun wanna miss anymore cuz i will &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;. really. &lt;em&gt;okaay&lt;/em&gt;.. so.. yeah.. and mrs ee is gonna scold me.. and guess what?? peiqian borrowed my phone haha yay im mad yeahbutwhocarehuhhahahaha.. yes. she did.. haha.. cheers.. btw my comp crashed or whatever you call that and now i cant blog.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;damn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha.. okay.. i shall rite more later.. byebye.. [[dazu rawks]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109382585939697096?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109382585939697096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109382585939697096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109382585939697096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109382585939697096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/08/heyy.html' title='[[heyy]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109317477243627688</id><published>2004-08-22T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T04:39:32.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[complicated]]</title><content type='html'>brr.. so bored.. spent a whole sunday studying studying studying.. *sigh*.. cant believe i have 4 tests nxt wk.. duh..&lt;br /&gt;last night's sco concert was nice.. but guess what?? i was sleeping thru half de show.. man.. obviously when you wake up at 6 in de morn on a sat you fall asleep at a concert duh.. okay.. so there i was trying to look interested.. my dad was so excited.. asking all de instruments.. haha.. lame.. ooh.. i saw peiqian.. hahahaha.. my mom said her shirt was too short.. it wasnt, trust me.. she thinks my skirt is short even when i unroll it.. imaging.. duh.. so anyway.. peiqian looked darn cool[[she always does]] and i went like 'hi'.. she was like 'oh hi..'.. lame..&lt;br /&gt;neway.. gotta go.. wanna watch tv.. hahax.. bye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109317477243627688?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109317477243627688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109317477243627688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109317477243627688'/><link rel='self' 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charged it last night.. its only 12.55.. *sigh*.. wadeva.. hafta go off now.. after studying for de whole morn[almost neway]], i'm bored and hafta go for co prac.. well.. seeya guyz.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024045-109306434689586612?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/feeds/109306434689586612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024045&amp;postID=109306434689586612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109306434689586612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024045/posts/default/109306434689586612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imlivingalie.blogspot.com/2004/08/complicated_20.html' title='[[complicated]]'/><author><name>kincheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07826857222007312779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024045.post-109305219493716150</id><published>2004-08-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:39:39.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[[complicated]]</title><content type='html'>i'm in school now.. supposed to be studying but i'm not.. sorry.. cant help it.. *grin*&gt;. hahx.. melanie is here with me.. *whee*!! hahax.. bye..&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/8024045-109305219493716150?l=imlivingalie.blogspot.com' alt='' 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