<?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-6797622</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:54:46.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever____yours]]</title><subtitle type='html'>kiss me and i'll be forever yours</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110761728367411970</id><published>2005-02-05T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T23:28:03.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hallo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry for not posting in quite a while,&lt;br /&gt;damn school.&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;9 pieces of fricken hw to do!&lt;br /&gt;aaahhh...sian....&lt;br /&gt;dun wanna do!!&lt;br /&gt;goin ta do it tmr. lol&lt;br /&gt;on average i think i'll take 6 hours to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the queen of monopoly!!&lt;br /&gt;or nopomoly, as sam renamed it. lol&lt;br /&gt;young vines was quite fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new yr!&lt;br /&gt;the week where i get rich!&lt;br /&gt;yupp. &lt;br /&gt;i think im falling back in class.&lt;br /&gt;math. arghh...&lt;br /&gt;i dun knoe why&lt;br /&gt;i jux feel like i am&lt;br /&gt;im gonna get shitty, sucky marks fer PSLE&lt;br /&gt;mann....im sooo gonna die&lt;br /&gt;shiittt....shhiiiitt.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that young vines will be every wk.&lt;br /&gt;haha. im like jumping from one subject to another.&lt;br /&gt;wtf. im already looking forward to the weekends next wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish my hw were done.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...stupid hw.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i finsish it my tmr...&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhh...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully my teacher will&lt;br /&gt;let our class where jeans on tues.&lt;br /&gt;yu see, my school is celebrating chinese new yr.&lt;br /&gt;but my teacher didn't allow us&lt;br /&gt;so we were all deliberately like..&lt;br /&gt;"aiyah, where uniform lah,"&lt;br /&gt;then she was like..."i'll think about it"&lt;br /&gt;bahh...&lt;br /&gt;shittt.....bloody shitt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110761728367411970?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110761728367411970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110761728367411970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761728367411970' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110647888777006170</id><published>2005-01-23T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:58:30.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie. &lt;br /&gt;did yu guys read the story?&lt;br /&gt;sweet yah?&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo damn pissed. a girl in my class&lt;br /&gt;thinks she sooo gd in her studies.&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, she's not bad&lt;br /&gt;but she's not getting 100 fer her exams either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but does she see that? NO...&lt;br /&gt;she goes around telling ppl of&lt;br /&gt;for being lower than she is.&lt;br /&gt;girls try to make suggestions&lt;br /&gt;and she will roll her eyes and scoff at them.&lt;br /&gt;BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know what she said to me?&lt;br /&gt;"you're only good in your english and sci man,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO WHAT IF I AM? my other subjects aren't that bad ya know.&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;and that's not all.&lt;br /&gt;yu see, she was a fren to me.&lt;br /&gt;and today, 4 girls, including me n' her, were told to do some eng shit by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;cause we were stronger in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn't bring her textbook&lt;br /&gt;i brought mine.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to see&lt;br /&gt;and i was like.."err...my partner and i need it"&lt;br /&gt;she stopped. then later started pulling the book away frm me again.&lt;br /&gt;ME:"UH...my partner and i NEED IT."&lt;br /&gt;her"OK! FINEEE!!! she stormed off and went to ehr table to get her bk&lt;br /&gt;which was only a few tables away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidd ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're not talking. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't lend her the fricken book&lt;br /&gt;i even said NICELY.&lt;br /&gt;did i shout? NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i already said. WE NEEDED IT.&lt;br /&gt;does she have a problem understanding that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110647888777006170?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110647888777006170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110647888777006170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110647888777006170' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110594329391608482</id><published>2005-01-17T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T14:28:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna put a superr sweet story.&lt;br /&gt;it's not refelcting on anyone]&lt;br /&gt;haha. just to let you know. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was "Daddy's Day" at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. Of a dad whos never there a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. one by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there. "Where's her daddy at?!" she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, She heard another father say, "Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. and looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, Slowly she began to speak And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. "My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, Since this is such a special day And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. "Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart" With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far You see he was a fireman and died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, Who knows what they felt inside Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110594329391608482?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110594329391608482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110594329391608482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110594329391608482' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110579595284488809</id><published>2005-01-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T21:32:32.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we went out &lt;br /&gt;fer a real nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the lamb and stuff&lt;br /&gt;was sooo nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drooll...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;i just have 2 math booklets to do.&lt;br /&gt;will do them tmr&lt;br /&gt;since i just have to&lt;br /&gt;do 2 questions each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school sux!&lt;br /&gt;arrghh...&lt;br /&gt;so boring...&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are so sore&lt;br /&gt;and red&lt;br /&gt;when i go to school&lt;br /&gt;and i even have eye bags&lt;br /&gt;there's something seriously wrong with my eye&lt;br /&gt;i'll go blind by the time im 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry you guys carn post&lt;br /&gt;it's gone weird.&lt;br /&gt;bahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not many nice movies&lt;br /&gt;that are out&lt;br /&gt;all of them quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;the movie i wanna watch is NC 16.&lt;br /&gt;like...what the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait fer the SpongeBob movie to come out.&lt;br /&gt;yay! gonna watch again with frens.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch Elektra and Hitch.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110579595284488809?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110579595284488809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110579595284488809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110579595284488809' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110559831041012266</id><published>2005-01-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:38:30.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some anonymous people&lt;br /&gt; are destroying my friend's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;getting soo pissed.&lt;br /&gt;grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i really really have to change my tag board&lt;br /&gt;gone weird&lt;br /&gt;and my font for my links&lt;br /&gt;so hard ta see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home at around 2.&lt;br /&gt;real tired.&lt;br /&gt;plus,&lt;br /&gt;my mother is getting me into gymnastics again&lt;br /&gt;and my sister wants me to have tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be sooooooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even stay awake during&lt;br /&gt;the lesson after recess.&lt;br /&gt;which is at 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;arrghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110559831041012266?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110559831041012266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110559831041012266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110559831041012266' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110499287178246248</id><published>2005-01-06T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:27:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep on falling asleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;got homework..&lt;br /&gt;but dun feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stupid cutting shit &lt;br /&gt;and a english workshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, im hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making myself a sandwitch.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa...dun wanna cook rice or noodles&lt;br /&gt;blech.&lt;br /&gt;so sick of it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody in school keeps&lt;br /&gt;asking me my target for PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;um...yeA. at least 230 larh.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniway, i'm superr bored. nobody's online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there's no point on me continuing&lt;br /&gt;cause' ill just be talkin' crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110499287178246248?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110499287178246248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110499287178246248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110499287178246248' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110494053677272213</id><published>2005-01-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:55:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one of my late night posts.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not used to waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;im late once already..&lt;br /&gt;shitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stupid dicipline mistress says&lt;br /&gt;that if you're late for 3 times and over&lt;br /&gt;she wud give yur name to the MOE&lt;br /&gt;or whatever shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algebra so damn easy!&lt;br /&gt;*blushes*&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't have thought it would be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great news.&lt;br /&gt;i now have 6 cats. &lt;br /&gt;*pretends to look excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're sooo cute!! aahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;they're all orange,&lt;br /&gt;2 dark 2 light.&lt;br /&gt;and one white one!&lt;br /&gt;oddball. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf la. toodles.&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/6797622-110494053677272213?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110494053677272213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110494053677272213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110494053677272213' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110476784801948191</id><published>2005-01-03T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T23:57:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school,&lt;br /&gt;wasn't so badd.&lt;br /&gt;i have my own locker! XD&lt;br /&gt;yay..lol. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;we also have our own classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;dun hafta share. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shittt...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow starting lessons,&lt;br /&gt;which means..&lt;br /&gt;the DREADED ALGEBRA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds difficult.&lt;br /&gt;yeA...heh.&lt;br /&gt;and chinese.&lt;br /&gt;wa lao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110476784801948191?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110476784801948191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110476784801948191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110476784801948191' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110467410175441933</id><published>2005-01-02T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:55:01.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta new layout..AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;it's alot nicer...&lt;br /&gt;told you guys that i was gonna change my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the dancing guy&lt;br /&gt;that's on top of my posts and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;lol. soo cute.&lt;br /&gt;and i oso like all the words that jump out whenever you click anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got scary news.&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that my teacher in 2004,&lt;br /&gt;is my teacher this yr!&lt;br /&gt;i know i've been wanting that,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;not sure of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta new pencil box too. haha. &lt;br /&gt;it's OP. hahaa. love it.&lt;br /&gt;im not used to waking up early leh,&lt;br /&gt;i'll surely be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;soooo not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched Kung Fu Hustle.&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i still wanna watch:&lt;br /&gt;Hitch,(definately a must!) and..Meet the fockers.&lt;br /&gt;and dun worry,&lt;br /&gt;i'll watch the SpongeBob Movie again with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;hurr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110467410175441933?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110467410175441933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110467410175441933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110467410175441933' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110424900425523055</id><published>2004-12-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:53:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;was reading the whole day in the library.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to be studying..&lt;br /&gt;but forgot to bring mah bks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird studying during the holidays..&lt;br /&gt;but im supposed to finish 2 bks by the end of the wk.&lt;br /&gt;and im only unto the first few pages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*groans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't finshed gettin' mah bks.&lt;br /&gt;aaarrrghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;read some of my textbks.&lt;br /&gt;and the topics r' like, soooo superr boring.&lt;br /&gt; i hate skool!&lt;br /&gt;but im looking forward to the first day,&lt;br /&gt; after that my excitement would be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just would like to see my frends.&lt;br /&gt;we're learing algebra.&lt;br /&gt;that's a sec 1 thing!&lt;br /&gt;and it includes fractions..&lt;br /&gt;i hate fractions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sooo gonna fail stupid algebra.&lt;br /&gt;and my fren said she studied it already and she says it's easy.&lt;br /&gt;of course it's easy for you!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you had the highest marks fer maths in the whole level!!&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A MATH EXPERT! OF COURSE IT'LL BE EASY FOR YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shhhheeeeesshh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110424900425523055?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110424900425523055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110424900425523055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110424900425523055' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110407996905189133</id><published>2004-12-27T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T23:31:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the day after christmas.&lt;br /&gt;yuppyup.haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry coudn't go ta CMC.&lt;br /&gt;wanted ta, but woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at lyk, 12.00pm. or was it 1.00?&lt;br /&gt; hahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not really much to say,&lt;br /&gt;im just posting coz im bored.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's after christmas and most or yu already got me presents,but...&lt;br /&gt;here's wat i want. *evil laugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;I seriously desperately want a digital camera!&lt;br /&gt;*sighh..&lt;br /&gt;but dun actually get it fer mi lah.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just stare lovingly at the cute, small digital cameras. &lt;br /&gt;hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110407996905189133?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110407996905189133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110407996905189133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407996905189133' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110398552103664389</id><published>2004-12-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T17:50:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho i may sound cheerful and all,&lt;br /&gt;im actually superr bored.&lt;br /&gt;didn't realli do any interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went ta church, met a fren,&lt;br /&gt;went ta lunch,&lt;br /&gt;came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO INTERESTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knoe. but, i thot we were doin' more FUN stuff.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh..&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt; THANKS FER THE PRESENTS YA'LL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of them were real nice. heh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept over at Meg's house last nite,&lt;br /&gt;yuppyup.&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes,&lt;br /&gt;Movies i wanna watch badly:&lt;br /&gt;Hitch, Kung Fu Hustle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think that's about it. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;haaha. i watched the Sponge Bob Square Pants the Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. heh. came out early in the sTates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we shud hang out more often since it's christmas.&lt;br /&gt;ta tell you the truth,&lt;br /&gt;todae, even tho was christmas,&lt;br /&gt;it was just another day,&lt;br /&gt;receiving presents,&lt;br /&gt;laughing with others,&lt;br /&gt;going ta Jack's Place fer lunch where they gave out party hats and other party stuff,&lt;br /&gt;going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todae, was just like any other ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt; i don't feel any different...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110398552103664389?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110398552103664389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110398552103664389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398552103664389' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110387701767612180</id><published>2004-12-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:30:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night my sisterr had a party.&lt;br /&gt;was soo fun and cool.&lt;br /&gt;met nice people.&lt;br /&gt;sad thing is, my sisterr is&lt;br /&gt;the only few people hu r straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baah, all the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, looking forward to the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;haven't seen mah frends since i came back from LA.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't taken of the bracelet&lt;br /&gt;i got in Florida for bout' 5 wks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebbe it's becoz i couln't take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laallala...&lt;br /&gt;im high on oxygen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lallaaalalalala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110387701767612180?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110387701767612180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110387701767612180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387701767612180' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110387676026493728</id><published>2004-12-21T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:26:00.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Ocean's 12 taday.&lt;br /&gt;was quite interesting. &lt;br /&gt;there's a twist at the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer Ocean's 11 tho. haha&lt;br /&gt;coz for some Ocean's 12 might be a lil' hard ta understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas draws near.&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;the opening of school draws near,&lt;br /&gt;which means,&lt;br /&gt;PSLE draws near!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to achieve at least 230.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110387676026493728?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110387676026493728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110387676026493728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387676026493728' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110354024269970758</id><published>2004-12-20T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:58:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's my second post todae.&lt;br /&gt;cuz im bored.&lt;br /&gt;my sister's frends are here.&lt;br /&gt;seriously tired of the noise. aarrghhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them ish sooooo unfrendly.&lt;br /&gt;first thing she asked when she came,&lt;br /&gt;"may i use the com?"&lt;br /&gt;den was my sis was like, "no"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY NOT????" SHE WHINES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaarrgghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, my frend told mi to visit this website.&lt;br /&gt;it's lindsay lohan's website.&lt;br /&gt;i dun like lindsay NOR hilary.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;when i read the first post,&lt;br /&gt;lindsay wasn't so bad compared to hilary fluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme show you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At first, actress Hilary Duff seemed to only have a problem with fellow actress Lindsay Lohan. But last week on December 10 at the Z100 Jingle Ball in New York, Duff entered into another fight... this time with Lohan's eight-year-old brother Cody (Dakota).&lt;br /&gt;    Rumor has it that Cody is a huge fan of Good Charlotte who is headed by Joel Madden, Duff's boyfriend. When the boy and his friend knocked on Madden's dressing room door for autographs, they were stunned to find Duff sitting on Madden's lap. When Duff learned that Cody was Lohan's brother, she whispered something to Madden which had the singer demanding, "Get me your mother!" When Dina confronted Duff and Madden, she was appalled to hear Madden say, "Until your daughter publicly apologizes to Hilary, you're not getting any autographs!" Sources then reported that Cody left the dressing room in tears.&lt;br /&gt;    It was one thing when it was just Lohan, but now that Duff has moved on to Cody, things are going to get cattier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you haf it. hilary is an asshole..and so is her BF.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110354024269970758?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110354024269970758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110354024269970758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110354024269970758' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110352291682108544</id><published>2004-12-20T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:08:36.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy guyz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! the sohs n' de lims haf cum back! wheeeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;think im high on oxygen. lalallalalalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, i slept at like, 3.30am? yep. i woke at 'bout 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;hope ya'll like the presents i got ya! some of the presents were split by mi n' mah sister. yup. some presents r lyk, superr lame. aniwae, i think im broke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, im not. went out wif daddie yesterdae n' he gave us 50 bucks each. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuppyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure wad im gonna do fer christmas. mebbe shud go CMC? hmmm...but i dun like a few ppl there, even tho she thinks we're still frends. aaarrgghhh...she's damn irritating. and i hate her voice. so squeakyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so boredd..i eat wen im bored..dat's an extremely bad thing..&lt;br /&gt;aniwae, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVEN THO IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS YET. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110352291682108544?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110352291682108544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110352291682108544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352291682108544' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110330743310308097</id><published>2004-12-18T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T02:17:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>owwww.owww.owww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye hurts so bad. it's soo sore. be thankful dat yu didn't see me afta i woke up dis mornin. my eye was bloodshot and red and sticky and icky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked horrible. think it had sumthin ta do wif da sudden itch in my eye 2 daes ago....hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess wat? during dinner, somebodie bought fishball SOUP. HOT, fishball soup and the soup splashed into my eye. my sore eye. actually both of em' r sore but my right one hurts more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT SOUP SPLASHED INTO MY FRICKEN EYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GuesS wad? when i was washin' mah face, some soap and water got into BOTH my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOAP AND WATER GOT INTO MY FRICKEN EYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todae was mostly boring. went fer lunch. went to auntie susan's house. watched TV fer dunno how long...yadda yadda yah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighhh.... im bored. it's 2.15 in the mornin. i bet wen i wake up tmr my eyes r gonna be red again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110330743310308097?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110330743310308097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110330743310308097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110330743310308097' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110301791177953887</id><published>2004-12-15T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:51:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey again. i wanna tell yew 'bout this ride we went to in Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was sooo cool. it's called, Tower Of Terror 4. yup. yew guyz might haf heard of it. i saw de preview of a similar ride. but de rides r exactly de same. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; de lift (where all of us sat) went to different levels, each had their own pictures of ghosts and stuff. den, on one level, we went into this pitch black room and right then i knew it was the free fall. i was right. it was so sudden i got scared at first. it will drop...den go up(even the going up was scary!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den fall...den go up....den fall...lasted fer about 15 mins. was soo fun. the other ride, the one i saw a preview about, acutally went out of the building!!! but of course, the free fall wasn't outside the building. Tower Of Terror 4 was one of the best rides i went to in Disney World. yup. haha. my mom saed she felt sick afta dat. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, tag mah board, as usual. heh. thinkin' of changin' it cua' it doesn't fit in to de whole layout. yeA. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110301791177953887?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110301791177953887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110301791177953887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110301791177953887' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6797622.post-110301738018345905</id><published>2004-12-14T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:43:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. finally created a new blog afta wantin' ta do so fer sooo long. like, 4 months?? i luv mah blog. it's sooo kewt. haha. fianlly back in Singapore. SO HOT! not used to de heat. i miss LA. probably movin' end of next yr. yup. yAY!! aniwaes, im thinkin' of changin' mah tag board. doesn't fit in. heh. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6797622-110301738018345905?l=forevayours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110301738018345905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6797622/posts/default/110301738018345905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forevayours.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110301738018345905' title=''/><author><name>JaNiCe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11869764168238512509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
