tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258581562011-04-21T11:32:48.186-07:00MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1150287729852121532006-06-14T05:01:00.000-07:002006-06-14T05:22:10.210-07:00<span style="color:#ff0000;">heyys pple.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">seems like a long time i am blogging. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">okay, anyway, i am back.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">half the holidays have past already.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">and i still got homework to do.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">actually, not really homework, but PTs.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">PTs are prolonged agony.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sian...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">yes... i got the song up. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">hope all of you visitors would enjoy.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">this song rawks okayy. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">i wont allow you to insult it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">here are the lyrics.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">THE ALL-AMERICAN REJECTS LYRICS</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"My Paper Heart"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Please just don't play with me </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My paper heart will bleed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">This wait for destiny won't do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be with me please I beseech you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Simple things, that make you run away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Catch you if I can</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tears fall, down your face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The taste, is something new</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Something that I know</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Moving on is, easiest when I am around you.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">So bottle up old love,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And throw it out to sea,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Watch it away as you cry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">A year has passed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The seasons go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Please just don't play with me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My paper heart will bleed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">This wait for destiny won't do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be with me please I beseech you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Simple things, that make you run away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Catch you if I can</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Waiting, day to day it goes through</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My lips, are sealed for her</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My tongue is,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tied to, a dream of being with you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">To settle for less, is not what I prefer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">So bottle up old love,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And throw it out to sea,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Watch it away as you cry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">A year has passed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The seasons go</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Please just don't play with me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My paper heart will bleed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">This wait for destiny won't do</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Be with me please I beseech you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Simple things, that make you run away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Catch you if I can</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Summer time, the nights are so long</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Winter nights</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My bedside is cold, for I am gone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And spring blossoms you to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Summer time, the nights they are so long</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">The leaves fall down, and so do I into the arms of a friend</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Winter nights</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My bedside is cold, for I am gone</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And spring blossoms you to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;">haha... okay. i gtg. bb.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-115028772985212153?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1148649132168625052006-05-26T06:03:00.000-07:002006-05-26T06:12:12.766-07:00<span style="color:#ff6600;">long time sice i last updated my blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">rather busy these few days.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">rushing pts and stuff liddat.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">hate the stress.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">my younger sister is playing the piano now. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">okay, i must say that she is damn lousy at it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">the noise is irritating me.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">some freaking song.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">my shoulders and right arm is aching from carrying all the books and stuff from under my table home.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">my ankles aches too.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">actually, i veh prone to injurys.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">thats bad, i suppose...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">must go to the gym more often and do work-outs.haiz...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">it seems that i am more usy during the holidays.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">intensified training for both wushu and track.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">bet i would be damn tired everyday.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">need to catch up on my sleep. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">so maybe, i shall turn in soon.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">bb. gtg.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-114864913216862505?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1146018239142258102006-04-25T19:09:00.000-07:002006-04-25T19:23:59.153-07:00<span style="color:#33ffff;">this com is super lagg lorr.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">anyway its not my computer.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">the school one.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">take so long just to connect to internet.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">but my com is counted fast compared to the rest.haha...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">so sian...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">time seems to past so fast nowadays.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">not enough to do revision.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">there is a geog test TOMORROW!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">i havent really finish revising.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">chonging tonight.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">there are oso so much work to complete.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">freaking teachers are piling us with worksheets!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">how to have an enjoyable time in school?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">yeah... maximum of 3 tests per week and maximum of 2 tests per day?</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">just next week, we gonna have three tests---physics, english and higher chinese on THURSDAY!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">walao...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">its like...argh...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">making me stressed.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">gonna have white hair soon.lol.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">the stoopid form teacher made us hand up an action plan just bcos onr class cleanliness score dropped below 23 points.out of 36 lah.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">at first, we got 30.a round of applause.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">then now we got 22. louder round of applause.WOOHOO!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">its on purpose. hah.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">she say wad, our class is inconsistent, no initiative.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">i just wanna tell her... she have none too, so stop crapping.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">everytime she think she very funny one lorr.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">like to play around with words.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">making the whole class hate her more.haha...</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">oops!the computer teacher flared up.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">nobody is listening to him lorr.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">LOSER!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;">---peace out---</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-114601823914225810?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1145444550545220812006-04-19T03:48:00.000-07:002006-04-19T04:03:21.003-07:00<span style="color:#ffff33;">argh!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">today just dont seem to be right for me!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">yeah... </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i can list down a whole lot of things in which there was something wrong.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">like firstly, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i got back my literature summative assessment.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">UBER LOW (but i didnt fail...phew...)!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">cos yesterday i went for wushu competition and left school early,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i got back my paper later than the rest.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i have to make an appointment to meet up woth her to go through the error analysis.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">BLERGH!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">secondly, </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">during track training,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">since national juniors over already,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">we did conditioning.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">it didnt help much but instead made me injure my back.lol.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">now i am walking with difficulty. Haiz...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">thirdly,</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">my mother was out of her mind.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">she told me to wash my face with DARLIE toothpaste.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">ya... and some went into my eyes.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i got red eyes now.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">HRMPH!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">next...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i dont think you all would like me to continue saying, rather complaining rite?lol.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">i shall stop here.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">but let me tell you, i got more unpleasant things that happened to me today up my sleeves!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">homework calls.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">bye pple!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff33;">---ever so unlucky---</span><br /><span style="color:#33ffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-114544455054522081?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1145099125117271762006-04-15T03:51:00.000-07:002006-04-19T04:06:53.113-07:00<span style="color:#ff99ff;">heya.<br />i dun feel like going back to school on monday.<br />the teachers gave us so much homework.<br />esp the new trainee teacher for lit.<br />she wanna us to annotate the whole story of the greatest gift.nine pages long okay.<br />then she expects us to fill up a worksheet on little mermaid.<br />so childish lah.read the story like so many years ago. like i would remember.<br />i not so resourceful one lorr. like who would bother to go check out the book again.lol.<br />i dun think that i would be able to finish lorr.<br /><br />but one thing great is that i would be leaving early from school on monday and tuesday,<br />for some wushu competition.<br />had a bad time trying to sign up for it.<br />my PE head thinks that it is pointless to go for competition.<br />she is so stuck up, arrogant and big-headed.<br />one day, i will get back on her.<br />wushu competition is making me so nervous.<br />training real hard these days.<br />i do hope i can get into national team.<br />then i may consider quitting track and field.<br />anyway, RGS ccas suck like shit lorr.<br />everything.<br />we only became better because we have dsa pple.<br />BLERGH!!!<br /><br />this entry is getting more and more fiery.<br />shall not continue, or else...<br /><br />---will be back---</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-114509912511727176?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25858156.post-1144753566975809752006-04-11T03:47:00.000-07:002006-04-19T04:05:53.130-07:00<span style="color:#33ff33;">harlo pple!!!<br />i finally found some time to blog.<br />every day school end so late one.<br />monday wednesday and friday school ends at 1.40<br />but i got track and field training which ends at 6.<br />on tuesday and thursday, school ends at 3.10.<br />half the time feel like sleeping in class. lol.<br /><br />hey, dont you think that my url is cool?<br />i got another blog.<br /></span><a href="http://theextinctionoffeelings.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#33ff33;">http://theextinctionoffeelings.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="color:#33ff33;"><br />must go visit kaes?<br />tag more pple! tag more!<br />dont care about spaming.<br />its always fun reading comments or merely chatting.<br /><br />I LOVE 108'06!<br />we share loads of fun time together,<br />sharing (dirty) jokes,<br />arguing with the philo teacher,<br />watching videos and listening to songs.<br /><br />of course i wont forget 6J'05.<br />haha...<br />come to think of it, playing soccer during recess is rather tom-boyish<br />now all the dunno wad girly stuff all come in.<br />i so prefer a mixed school.<br /><br />haiyah.<br />i gtg eat dinner.<br />later still got some freaking tuition.<br />so much work to do! :(<br />makes me stressed.<br />haiz...<br /><br />-Peace out-</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25858156-114475356697580975?l=automatedheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MOONIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06930423883641328801noreply@blogger.com0