<?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-6460107190744497368</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:18:22.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>current</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-6319659520240536041</id><published>2009-11-27T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:39:19.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder.</title><content type='html'>Hey you guys!&lt;br /&gt;I think I've just moved..i dont know if it's official yet, but i really think it is. Hmm. This is the link btw, it may change cuz, HELLLLLLOOH! using my name as a url is really suckish. And it IS a new blog, so don't expect much from it. Aight?((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SORTA KINDA MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://anaisabelle.tumblr.com/" title="CHEKITOUTZ"&gt;MOVECLICKMOVECLICKMOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6319659520240536041?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6319659520240536041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6319659520240536041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6319659520240536041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6319659520240536041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8771639221187674751</id><published>2009-11-13T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:54:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMISSYOUALDREADY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sv0ephM8W1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/SXrOWvLGLC4/s1600-h/tree-pee-camping-tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sv0ephM8W1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/SXrOWvLGLC4/s320/tree-pee-camping-tent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403508826550590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! im going to camp! Im gonna miss everyone. Dont miss me. though i know all of you will be totally depressed due to my absence. HAHA! See you guys on Sunday. or Monday((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;hearts; Isabelle((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8771639221187674751?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8771639221187674751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8771639221187674751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8771639221187674751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8771639221187674751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/imissyoualdready.html' title='IMISSYOUALDREADY!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sv0ephM8W1I/AAAAAAAAAUU/SXrOWvLGLC4/s72-c/tree-pee-camping-tent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-2249607678622684885</id><published>2009-11-11T12:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:08:25.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Eric.</title><content type='html'>Hello! finally removed the password thing eh? HAHA! well, i just wanna say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love BUBBLES! sammy just made me realise that((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesterday, Kim woke me up. AHHH! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before that, i had netball training which started half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the day before that, what happened on Sunday anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day BEFORE THAT, had ice-cream with my much loved cat-class xD &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HANKS BABY FOR PAYING A HUNDRED BUCKS FOR THE ALL THE ICE-CREAM AND FRIES CONSUMED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LOL! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the day before that..Had YC. after wards, walked around TP for like and hour with Sam Charmao E and Arthur. like 930-about 1015. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome summary eh? yeah, love it((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that really is it. Gotta get ready for netball. BYEBI! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and i went out yesterday after checking out which classes we got streamed into. Omg, i got into HUMILITY. like, how'd that happen. hmm. And Stacey.well..she went..to some other class which i aint in. GAH! i wanna appeal and go to Stacey's class.. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyways, we went to AMK hub and watched MJs THIS IS IT. i wanna cry, i miss that dude like a whole lot. damn it. Awesome movie btw. Stacey said it was boring. like, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!&lt;br /&gt;we smuggled chips into the theater. I was stuffed. And so was Spacey.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! and we saw geh at the hub. GERALDINE WENT TO RESPECT! I'm not in respect..): At least i've got Erika with me.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after i bought some laundry stuff with Stacey. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yups! that's it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that. I miss the powderpuff pigs already. Like, a LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2249607678622684885?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2249607678622684885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2249607678622684885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2249607678622684885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2249607678622684885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-eric.html' title='For Eric.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4366429939177542624</id><published>2009-11-06T13:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:52:24.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy is the new Normal</title><content type='html'>Hello! right now, i should be catching up on my sleep, but I'm making time to type out a post for my lil' ol' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to promote my school, HIHS at HIPS (Holy Innocents' Primary School) , along with AdeleAQQ and JanRubiano. We had to be in school by 725am. That's just wrong. Today's a holiday, i mean this month and the next month &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the holiday. And to add on to that it's FRIDAY today. Friday in my world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAZY DAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But, it was a must. So, i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The presentation went on quite well, though there was A LOT of technical problems. Whoops! We were rushed though. It was a really busy day at HIPS, i guess. After our presentation, was AMK Secs presentation. And i think after that they had a Emergency Drill Practice. YUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i saw Izzah there! I missed her so much then she ran up to me after our presentation and was like "Hi!" and she's an SL too. I should have known she'd have authority there at AMKsec. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele Jan and I took a ride back to HIHS in Mr Subash's(our ViceP) car. HAHA! oh and i remember one line from our Vp during the car ride TO HIPS that really surprised me. He was not supposed to be with us that day, MrGoh was supposed to come with us. [FYI the teachers that accompany us also had to do a little presenting(:] So MrGoh always started the presentation with a "joke" and our VP was like,&lt;br /&gt;"I only know dirty jokes, so i don't think that it would be appropriate for me to say any." And i was like..OKAYY............HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, spent the following few hours with Adele and Jan slacking in the SE(?) room. And it was damn cold. My fingers could have dropped off due to the ridiculous temperature. BRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some, 3 to be exact, senior SLs came in an while after we arrived. And i was sooo taken aback by how much they were like any other students walking around HIHS. And that they just put up the GuaiKia act in front of the teachers. LOL!Whoopsy! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg..&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't cry over spilt cum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Pickles are green,&lt;br /&gt;I love your legs&lt;br /&gt;And whats in between."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg right? I sooo did not expect that to come out of THEIR mouths. Sooo much goes on behind the scenes. I am now officially curious. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess now it's time for well.. the umm. i forgot. Nah, i didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLASHBACK MOMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvPUs1b7lkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IEq7bRVUBPU/s320/DSC01773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400894244870919746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvPUs26ztcI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KvOi4vxjCpQ/s320/DSC01772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400894245268862402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvPUsp4wgVI/AAAAAAAAAT8/nG3_3cgVtZ0/s320/DSC01771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400894241770602834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvPUsHD0xqI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Qa7PqJBR6Bs/s320/DSC01770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400894232421779106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Study group with my best cat buddies! xD Just two weeks before my EOYs((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYEBI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bel is soo the LOVED&lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4366429939177542624?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4366429939177542624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4366429939177542624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4366429939177542624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4366429939177542624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-is-new-normal.html' title='Crazy is the new Normal'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvPUs1b7lkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IEq7bRVUBPU/s72-c/DSC01773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-1485014677206183509</id><published>2009-11-05T11:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:30:12.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it or not, it's gonna happen.</title><content type='html'>There's a meeting in school today. Kinda dont feel like going because, well, i just had netball training yesterday and I'm exhausted. YAAWN! I have to get ready soon, cuz the journey to school takes about 30-40minutes and i have to be there at 1pm. And the time i take to get ready (while feeling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;) would be about half an hour to 45min. yeah, lazy moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say today. As i said..YAWN. But, i think i owe you guys a flash back or something right? I did &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I'd try to make up for the missing posts. It's just that I get annoyed cuz my flash backs aren't in chronological order! AHHH! At least i still do the flash backs. Be thankful for that! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 228px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvJIH924DzI/AAAAAAAAATM/yKxpmPxbfMA/s320/DSC02089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400458204871659314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Campus Change Makers Camp 23-35 October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANELISTS&lt;br /&gt;"When you bear the responsibility of becoming a panelist, sometimes you have to see your friends as strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gah, i hate that line, but i guess it's true.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time to get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;BYEBI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Bel is sooo the LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1485014677206183509?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1485014677206183509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1485014677206183509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1485014677206183509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1485014677206183509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-it-or-not-its-gonna-happen.html' title='Like it or not, it&apos;s gonna happen.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvJIH924DzI/AAAAAAAAATM/yKxpmPxbfMA/s72-c/DSC02089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-5537643592618885781</id><published>2009-11-04T12:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:32:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 or 4 days ago.</title><content type='html'>HELLO once again peepholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i promised to post about Saturday. So here's the post about Saturday-((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being suuper tired that day. Maybe it was because of the late night the day before or i just felt really depressed cuz i no longer could hang out with everyone in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-Charity&lt;/span&gt;. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cat class was a bum, cuz i really had no mood to do anything. I didnt even want to smile. And my friends were kinda concerned. HAHA! But, there was nothing to worry about. It was just some separation blues. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cat class, Sammy, Charmao and Emma were going to watch a soccer match between Jacobs team and i think Joshua's (Jacobs brother) team. Yeah, so i tagged along. And anyways, i couldn't stand staying away from my cat friends after not being able to see them for like 2weeks straight. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the match though, us girls went to Charmaines place cuz she wanted/needed to charge her phone. It only took like 15minutes then we were outta there and headed for the street court xD We were kinda lost i guess, but we made it earlier than most of the guys did. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;oh and, i ate this gum that Shaun gave me, but it was totally falling apart in my mouth so i needed to spit it out, problem was i hated spitting stuff just like that onto the ground. and btw, i was lazy to find a rubbish bin. HAHA! sooo.. i spat it into a leaf that Charmain pluacked from some plant and threw that leaf onto the ground. So it felt like i was just throwing nature back into nature. Get it? uhh..&lt;br /&gt;oh here's the leaf. HAHA! yeahh, i took a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvD7HRs9sxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nWNuhIHJWcw/s320/DSC02145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400092055646876434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LEAF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so the guys made it minutes after i threw the leaf away. xD guys meaning the guys i knew - Emma, Jacob and Shaun. We still had to wait for the rest. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;During that time..well, i kinda forgot what happened during that time. LOL! so lets move on to the match shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEH3flX8UI/AAAAAAAAASU/czlB_5pCuvo/s1600-h/DSC02147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEH3flX8UI/AAAAAAAAASU/czlB_5pCuvo/s320/DSC02147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400106078146392386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! Emma was a total disgrace luh (no offence!) btw, he was the goal keeper. There was even one time when Daniel (on Emma's team who's on Jacobs team. LOL) passed the ball to Emma cuz well, maybe he didn't have anyone else to pass to? Then..epic fail happened, the ball passed right through Emma's open legs and into the net. Ahh, own goal. whoopsy! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Emma managed to save some, but i thought most of them were tyco. cuz the ball just looked like it just hit him and bounced off. It didnt really look like a save save to me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, speaking of goal keepers, there was this really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hot dude&lt;/span&gt; who i think is a mixed blood. YUP! And he was an awesome keeper too. xD He blocked ever shot except for one, i think. Too bad he was on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;opposing team&lt;/span&gt; and not on Jacobs team. AHHHHHHHHHHH! Emma..learn from hot mixed blood dude next time you play for TeamJacob. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin is wiggly dude. Cuz he kept putting his shirt up and his belly button kept wiggling LOL! thus the nick name. omg luh, Colin was like the funniest dude on the court. And he looked so serious luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LINES FROM COLIN-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dude- oh my god&lt;br /&gt;COLIN- how much you owe your god?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLIN to emma- Throw the ball to me! are you strong enough?! (Colin was all the way at the other end of the court)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel- *rephrasing* Colin! you're not moving enough!&lt;br /&gt;Colin- Im moving! im moving! you blind uh? (then he keeps running around most of the players)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and he just looked soooooo damn serious!! BWAHAHAHA! Sammy Charmain and i were like LMAO. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was this one moment where Colin kicked the ball while he said BOOMZ! well, the ball flew right onto the road and really went...Boomz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvD7HseghpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U9aTU3N0klw/s1600-h/DSC02151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 327px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvD7HseghpI/AAAAAAAAAR8/U9aTU3N0klw/s320/DSC02151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400092062834001554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;We shall take a moment of silence to remember how the ball played the most important part in the match. If not for the ball, the match would never have started. *wipes tears from face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, but they used another ball that some one else brought. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Sammy got hit by the ball that Daniel kicked. Poor Sammy, i really heard the boom. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it rained like crazy after the match. Every time we saw lightning Daniel would be like "ahhh!" and he would bend down and protect his head using his hands. LOL! I seriously do NOT know if he was kidding or if it was genuine fear. Ahh, he was kidding luh, how could a 19yr old be afraid of lightning eh? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like it rained forever man. Oh, there was a picture that we took during the rain, but it totally looks blur. Huh, ill just post it eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEBhD99rwI/AAAAAAAAASE/0Fbzv_Al2DE/s1600-h/DSC02153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: crosshair; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEBhD99rwI/AAAAAAAAASE/0Fbzv_Al2DE/s320/DSC02153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400099095706447618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, it really is blur..&lt;br /&gt;(left to right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emmanuel, Charmaine, Me, Samantha, Shaun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! Why did it have to be soo frigging dark?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! We left after what seemed like forever. Emmanuel Sammy and i went to Charmaines place where all took a shower cuz we were wet. kinda. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, E was like so gay cuz he wrapped the towel around his head like we girls do! LOL! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, after wards, we bussed to TP interchange. And on the bus we talked about sad stuff i guess. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the interchange i hugged Sammy Charmao and Emma goodbye cuz i had to go home. I couldnt stay out that late on that day. It was i think around 8 at that time. And they were going to some Halloween thing. So damn jealous. XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOO..that kinda IS it. If it doesnt seem as awesome as i made it out to be is maybe because i aint so good at personal recounts. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH! i almost forgot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLASH BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEF6F0LhhI/AAAAAAAAASM/eudLiyoVdLk/s1600-h/DSC01854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 80px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvEF6F0LhhI/AAAAAAAAASM/eudLiyoVdLk/s320/DSC01854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400103923745523218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken by Charmaine, using my phone. And this was on October 10 2009. You could check out the post on Tuesday 13thoct and find the post under the sub title SATURDAY to find out what happened. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BYEBI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bel is sooo the LOVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5537643592618885781?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5537643592618885781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5537643592618885781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5537643592618885781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5537643592618885781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-or-4-days-ago.html' title='3 or 4 days ago.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SvD7HRs9sxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/nWNuhIHJWcw/s72-c/DSC02145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-1119645080494388559</id><published>2009-11-01T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:09:55.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday was the Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su0tvPpZNGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6tNhDVWl_nM/s1600-h/STACEY+LIM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su0tvPpZNGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6tNhDVWl_nM/s320/STACEY+LIM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399021817964344418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i wanna thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SPACEY&lt;/span&gt; for mentioning me on her blog. Writing the most for me! Click &lt;a href="http://h-elloecho.livejournal.com/58788.html#cutid1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;serioulsy&lt;/span&gt; damn touched. GO STACEY! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! hope you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind me stealing this photo of you((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; October 2009&lt;/span&gt; was the last day i got to spend with 2-Charity '09. *tears up* We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; party it up as much as i thought we would. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, but as long as we had the party, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su0-SzJOGXI/AAAAAAAAARU/iPqsoLaM04E/s1600-h/DSC02116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su0-SzJOGXI/AAAAAAAAARU/iPqsoLaM04E/s320/DSC02116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399040020974541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, we celebrated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Justins&lt;/span&gt; birthday then too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; gonna miss that guy and his racist jokes. Okay, maybe not his racist jokes, but definitely his cute-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt;. i cried as predicted. Jan made me. I mean, she was all "it wont be the same" and her tears just kept coming. It was really difficult not to join the water works(: Then i made Stacey cry, and the both of us made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YuHiu&lt;/span&gt; cry and the chain keeps going. It was really a moving moment, i guess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school Stacey Geraldine and i had lunch at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;PizzaHut&lt;/span&gt;. Well, not really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i had to leave for school even before my baked rice came--" Had to go complete a science proposal thing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! and that was the only day Stacey and I could hang out with Geraldine and i had to ruin it. Damn the science proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Geraldine and Stacey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dabao&lt;/span&gt;-ed my food to me. We spent some time at the library talking about random nonsensical things. Like, sex-change and stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna miss those moments &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much next year. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right after that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Geh&lt;/span&gt; had to go for a meeting. damn it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even get to hug her goodbye.)):&lt;br /&gt;Spacey and i went to the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Fairprice&lt;/span&gt; opposite our school. Yeah, it was our fist time there, so we got really excited. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su07UnLY0PI/AAAAAAAAARM/X87_Dn_YqJQ/s1600-h/DSC02119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su07UnLY0PI/AAAAAAAAARM/X87_Dn_YqJQ/s320/DSC02119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399036753587261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;FAIRPRICE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, was our first time((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, after wards, we walked home. Not really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i needed to rush to my cousins birthday dinner. So we took the bus after passing about 3 bus stops. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! The bus ride was too short. I really wanted it to last longer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;! I miss spacey already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing..&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult for me to get to the place where the dinner was held. First of all, me ezlink card was with my mom and i had no money for transport. FYI, no one was a t home during that time and i couldn't find any money lying around in the house. And im broke. HAHA!. and to add on to that, it was raining like crazy. The roads were flooded, so my converse were totally soaked. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i managed to get to the place with my dad. I had to meet him so that i could get money. LOL! Anyways, the place was some fancy Italian pizza parlor. And the food was delish! The cook even made a birthday cake for my cousin. And it was so unexpected! And it was totally for free! xD heres what it looked like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1AteOwKUI/AAAAAAAAARc/-2O_vpuGlZY/s1600-h/DSC02120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1AteOwKUI/AAAAAAAAARc/-2O_vpuGlZY/s320/DSC02120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399042678240323906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the dinner, spent some time hanging around the mall. I think it was the millennia walk or something? Hmm. HEY! more pictures! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1BIdGxVGI/AAAAAAAAARs/3AwqXUPds28/s1600-h/DSC02137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1BIdGxVGI/AAAAAAAAARs/3AwqXUPds28/s320/DSC02137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043141794878562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1BIAtX5ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/9UQKwQVoQqo/s1600-h/DSC02130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su1BIAtX5ZI/AAAAAAAAARk/9UQKwQVoQqo/s320/DSC02130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399043134172161426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It aint much, but thats all i've got. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and had another cake back at the cousins home. This time, the cake was from Awfully Chocolate. MMMMMMMMH! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the abrupt ending, but people are waiting for me to get off the computer. This is what happens when theres only one computer currnetly working at home. AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! Oh, and i have yet to talk about Saturday. IT WAS A BLASSSSST!&lt;br /&gt;You've just gotta wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a brief description of Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Street Soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;Cute goalie&lt;br /&gt;Emma disgrace LOL!&lt;br /&gt;wiggly dude&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Charmaos house&lt;br /&gt;Bath&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA! just look forward to my next post yeah? WHOOPS! i really need to go now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1119645080494388559?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1119645080494388559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1119645080494388559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1119645080494388559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1119645080494388559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/11/friday-was-last-day.html' title='Friday was the Last Day'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Su0tvPpZNGI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6tNhDVWl_nM/s72-c/STACEY+LIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-2219923353007728895</id><published>2009-10-19T13:53:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:47:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VROOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Stv_MXY_zaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/a-M84Cd8rS4/s1600-h/ARTWORK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Stv_MXY_zaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/a-M84Cd8rS4/s320/ARTWORK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394185566608674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AHH! Just wanna say that i totally love the album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artwork by The Used&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Spacey for the intro((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH right! Some good news. You know how i haven't been updating my blog and the lack of photos? well, I'm gonna try to make up for all the blanks by uploading a photo from the past and telling you briefly what happened on that day(: And it's one flashback per new post. Aight? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's NUMERO UNO flashback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/St2W3UV2ejI/AAAAAAAAAQk/j-zEQfIWUeU/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/St2W3UV2ejI/AAAAAAAAAQk/j-zEQfIWUeU/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394633805757053490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HA! right there, Was for the literature thing. This was the first official meeting. On this day, we made the script at Weanes place. Yup!&lt;br /&gt;i remember that we walked all the way over there, cuz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt; said that she could take it. *cough*stacey*cough* ahh. But we made it. And we proceeded to type out the Literature script. (chapter12)-(The Bully((:) HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28th July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gehdine and Weanee. Walking to Weanes place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YUP! so that's kinda what the flashback'll be like. Awww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to the present! Today, I planned to go out with Geraldine, Erika and Spacey. but it turned out to be just Spacey and me. (AWWWW). Anyways..we ate at pizza hut, student meal((: and we met ShengHao and Ryan there((:&lt;br /&gt;Us girls got our food and pepsi refills first. And the guys waited sooo long for theirs. So they were like "The staff here damn sexist man.." LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they got their food eventually, but by that time, Stacey and i were already 3/4 done with our meal. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and ShengHao kept showing off his $50 bill. like, damn jealous luh! x|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moving on, after pizza hut, Stacey and i really had no idea where to go, so Stacey randomly said "I wanna go to your house" and i..well..i knew that everyone would be out today, so i told her she could go. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my place, Spacey met my family through the photo albums that i was more than willing to show her. Though it felt really weird that i was WILLING. ahhh! Used the computer for a bit, mostly surfing Facebook and listening to Music((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Then later, we went to AMK hub, had to meet Arthur there, cuz he was gonna pick out a ring for *wink* his girlfriend. xD And besides, i had to return Emma (Emmanuel) his jacket. So yeah, we met him there too xD awww man, i sure do miss Es jacket. Like, seriously. AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Stacey saw Arthur again..and she met Emma too. Also, now she knows why we call E (Also known as Emmanuel and..) Emma. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Arthur bought the ring. aww. And E, well, he and Arthur looked like a couple, cuz they were comparing hands, and when picking the ring, they were so close together.......HAHA! E even tried out the ring meant for Arthurs GF. Cuz the thickness of Es hand is almost the same as Pams. LOL! SOOOO SWEEET xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, Stacey went home, and so did I((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, I got my grades back. and i'm kinda disappointed. i mean&lt;br /&gt;Science- A2&lt;br /&gt;Maths- A2&lt;br /&gt;Eng- B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Till next time eh((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2219923353007728895?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2219923353007728895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2219923353007728895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2219923353007728895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2219923353007728895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/vroom.html' title='VROOM!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Stv_MXY_zaI/AAAAAAAAAQE/a-M84Cd8rS4/s72-c/ARTWORK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-1130843588101849008</id><published>2009-10-13T18:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:01:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time no SEE.</title><content type='html'>Hey yo Peepholes!&lt;br /&gt;Lets not get into the subject of my non-blogging self and continue shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept UBER late. So after the science exam, wanted to go home, but instead bumped into Danny. He noticed i looked tired, so he loaned me his house for me to take a nap in((: Sarah went with me. Said she had nothing better to do. LOL! so Danny led the way to his house..though he didnt really need to. ahem. He gave us the keys, and he was gone. I slept on the sofa for i don't know how long then, i took a shower and changed into the clothes that i left at his place from long ago. Sarah went through his stuff! like, NEVER leave her wandering unsupervised. HAHA! Called Danny to come back, returned the keys and..&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church was damn late and still damn sleepy. Charmao and Sammy were like, "we aint talking to you!-jking thing" Kinda mood. But i was too sleepy to do anything about it HAHA! ThankG Arthur was there, he still talked to me. I love that dude((: He's my bro after all((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, i love sammy and charmao too((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..During the study session Danny kept calling cuz he wanted me to hang out with him and gang. And i was like..STOP CALLING ME! Sheesh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..gotta say one thing, Dwayne and Arthurs' schools are totally FUN! I wanna go! HAHA! They were showing off how Gangsta the people there werel xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cat class. OHoh! One whole row of people were wearing black shirts! Then Darren came in and ruined the combo, wearing a cream coloured shirt. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;OH AND.. I managed to gain possession of Emma's jacket for about a week. HAPPY! dont you know how soft topmans jackets are??! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cousins place to celebrate TitaRose's Birthday! Too bad only adults about the age of 19 and above could go to the BBQ pit // function room(where the party was held). BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to study history, but got sidetracked by the massive MAC computer. HAHA! And i slept for a couple uh hours. whoops, im a PIG!&lt;br /&gt;The cousins were studying like crazy. Seriously!!  I wonder how they do it. Ryan, cousin, was like, uber stressed cuz he wanted//needed a 240 for his PSLE. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to go to church with Sammy and Arthur)): But, didnt get the chance to.AHHHH! This Sunday, im totally going. totally. AND CHARMAO TOO! no matter what! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic Fail day, i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I was all ready for the math paper. But it turned out that we were going to be having the History paper that day. Like, I DIDNT KNOW!! so i never really studied history. ARGH! but, but, thank God that i always payed attention to Mr Marans lessons. They were damn interesting anyways. Oh and the paper turned out to be relatively easy((:&lt;br /&gt;And..it was Nicole who broke the news to me. Isabelle, its History today, not math.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she loved the moment where she said that to me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math paper. Relatively easy, though i already guarantee you that i have lost a total of 8 marks. BOO! Sucks. 2questions where my mind went_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and i do NOT know how to study for lit. like, serisouly, so i didnt bother. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, bussed with Stacey. Saw the same malay kids on the bus. Pissed us both off. Damn noisy. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have put a whole lotta pictures on this post, but, i have no ways to connect my phone to the computer. so, live with the words. Thank youz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1130843588101849008?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1130843588101849008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1130843588101849008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1130843588101849008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1130843588101849008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time no SEE.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-386361200559603928</id><published>2009-09-05T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:59:42.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARK7thmonth</title><content type='html'>hey yo! oo-woot ooo-woot ooo-woot ooo-woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering what the heck THAT was about, well, its from a song. I dont remember the title, and im too lazy to check it out. So, let me just leave you curious. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, moving on. For the PW project, i think i didnt prepare the PPT slide well enough cuz the teacher didnt really give it a thumbs up. yeah, like, what the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PW project, was btw, almost completed at ADELEs house. Stacey Erika and i stayed there until about 10pm. just doing the project. I bet you dont believe that we have such concentration huh? LOL! yeah, anyway, we really did what i just said we did. ((: and to prove it, i have some pictures to show you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:320px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w255.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w255.photobucket.com/albums/hh157/lerpash/c51cc857.pbw" height="240" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no see any pictures at my blog eh? HAHA! well, here are the pictures now. And if you see some that are taken st 7-11, we were merely buying stuff to keep us awake at such a late hour.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe later yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Ill edit this post LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-386361200559603928?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/386361200559603928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=386361200559603928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/386361200559603928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/386361200559603928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/09/dark7thmonth.html' title='DARK7thmonth'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6810796839834692648</id><published>2009-08-23T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:13:47.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont even bother.</title><content type='html'>dude.. long time no post anything much? gosh. Well, anyways, i am totally not up to date with all the homework, cuz im totally swamped right now. Just cuz i was told all the homework today and i was like- "serisouly??!" I dont even know WHY i'm typing out this post when i could just get on ahead and complete my homework. Maybe this is the reason why nothing is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i can hardly complete all the tasks i write down on my to-do list? Im neglecting everything. My to-do list, my blog, my homework. yeah, i think thats what i call everything right now. Anything else that i've missed out on my everything counts on my anything. GOSH! am i even making sense?? no. yes, i answer my own questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to say, went totally crazy with geh on the bus going to and from the walkathon thing. HAPPY((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was raining cats and dogs on Friday. Same thing happened today morning. I mean, really early in the morning, like 3am? i was asleep before that, but i kinda woke up, maybe cuz of the rain? you know i cant be sure really.. But anyways, im totally blind without the help of my specs and contact lenses so i couldnt see shit. so i took my specs out just to look at the rain. i spent about 5minutes just staring at the wet scenery. And i found it very awesome to look at. I do not remember lying back down on my bed or keeping my specs, but i actually did those things. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? if you really think that im talking bull, thats cuz i probably am. Im just typing this out for the sake of it. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like him. even if he likes me I DONT CARE. ill reject him again and again. i dont care how many times i have to do it as long as he gets the message. I could just ignore him for all i care. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right. Im going to "forget" my english homework tomorrow. GAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au su liu mada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6810796839834692648?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6810796839834692648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6810796839834692648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6810796839834692648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6810796839834692648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-even-bother.html' title='dont even bother.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6560311862350950179</id><published>2009-08-08T14:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:55:23.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wentworth Miller is loved BY MOI!</title><content type='html'>Sup~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the National day celebration was yesterday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my PE uniform. I didn't feel like wearing anything red or white or anything ethnic. So i just wore my plain old PE uniform. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, Ms Lim, dedicated her WuShu performance to us- her form class. hehe. SO SWEET! she looked so nervous when she told us. AWW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Catholics had to attend mass, so Erkia and I missed the National Day parade/march performed by the uniform groups of our school. The rest of the people were either in the hall watching the parade through the visualizer while the others were watching it live from the 2nd and 3rd floor. Hmm, i really do not know if the parade was awesome or not..cuz i didn't get to see it. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after mass, we went to the hall to watch the national day performances.&lt;br /&gt;-Malay song by Drama club&lt;br /&gt;-WuShu performance by Ms Lim, Mr Sim and a unity guy(:&lt;br /&gt;-Dont forget the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;-Sari Competition?&lt;br /&gt;-TEACHERS GAME TIME! Selected teachers had to Model their costumes&lt;br /&gt;-Indian Dance&lt;br /&gt;-END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wushu performance was kinda cool. Ms Lim rocked!((: Mr Sim was kinda funny. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget the lyrics segment was kinda lame. omg, no offence to whoever thought it up. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher game was so damn funny You could tell Mr Anba was having a blast! HE WAS SMILING SO MUCH! hehe. And when he danced, he moved like I've never seen him move before. I always thought he was just a stiff grumpy man. Turns out he ain't really like way(: SO FUNNY! he even did a Michael Jackson move. WOOTS! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should have taken a video of that):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indian dance was awesome! That was the time i found out that my PW teacher can really DANCE! her moves were the smooth kind. oo&lt;br /&gt;not the jingly happy bouncy  enthu noob type. AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performances, Erika Stacey and I were supposed to go to PlazaSing together, But Erika changed her mind and went home. damn it! GAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i now know Minhams secret. Im sorry, i was just so damn curious. LOUISE MADE ME! and, well STACEY DID TOO! :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, it was Stacey Adele and i who went. We went to BK to eat lunch. That was where i set eyes on this cute guy. He looked like he was a mixed((: Well, i saw him first, but Stacey went GAGA over him immediately and couldn't stop staring. i think she actually faked that she wanted to finish her fries so that she could stare longer..HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned to watch a movie, but our movie was showing at midnight. And it took us like, 10minutes to figure that out. We were nearly at the front of the line at the time. AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked around, trying to find something to do. Adele wanted to but something from SPOTLIGHT, so Stacey and i followed her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so psyched about all the DIY items in the place!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sn0fDgmSQqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gy6ukQrX-CI/s320/StaceynIsabellewithGWnWM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367480476046082722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gerard Way, Wentworth Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, did i mention that i am now crushing on PrisonBreak star WENTWORTH MILLER!! he is sooo, hot. omgomg omg. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href=""&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sn0fh7z0uqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vPC4hvNMcPg/s400/wentworth-miller-michael-b_w-fp2018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367480998746700450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG!!! ISNT HE JUST SO CUTE??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered to tell you what happened next, cuz i can only think of Wentworth right now. omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info, just go to Staceys blog instead. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, im going gaga. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au su liu mada! ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6560311862350950179?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6560311862350950179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6560311862350950179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6560311862350950179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6560311862350950179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/wentworth-miller-is-loved-by-moi.html' title='Wentworth Miller is loved BY MOI!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sn0fDgmSQqI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gy6ukQrX-CI/s72-c/StaceynIsabellewithGWnWM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-297322105730213558</id><published>2009-08-03T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:46:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY cramps</title><content type='html'>HEY THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; today. And Sec2 SIN CHAR and HUM had our school mission. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GOSHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda boring, but it was meaningful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that i really remembered was that we had to write a short autobiography about out lives today ALL the way to our death.&lt;br /&gt;My life was oh so plain. But i was happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all that matters right?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know what my goals really are in life(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jwalan&lt;/span&gt; was a funny dude.&lt;br /&gt;When he was asked questions about the future he made for himself-&lt;br /&gt;Teacher guy: When did you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jwalan&lt;/span&gt;: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;: you mean you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; finish your story..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jwalan&lt;/span&gt;: (something like..) NO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;: How did you die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jwalan&lt;/span&gt;: Suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt; went all serious and asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Jwalan&lt;/span&gt; if he wanted to see a therapist and all that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;AHAhA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Budden&lt;/span&gt;, he went on to tell us about the suicide attempt that happened in Singapore Polly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy told the girl that he would jump down (they were on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; floor of Singapore Polly). Girl said JUMP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;! Guy jumped- (...) He survived. Girl in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; shock. Guy still had strength to shoo her away. Guy stayed in Hospital for 10months. Polly had donation drive. and..more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like talking about it. so continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended training afterwards. Netball people all walked to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; Stadium. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some exercises. You know, we only had to run 2rounds on the track and my right leg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cramped&lt;/span&gt; on the second round. It hurt like crap! Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hemini&lt;/span&gt; massaged it for me. She made it all better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;WanZhen&lt;/span&gt; stayed with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, went home. So now every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;, we have to go straight to the Stadium. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;liu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;mada&lt;/span&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just so darn lazy right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-297322105730213558?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/297322105730213558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=297322105730213558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/297322105730213558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/297322105730213558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/monday-cramps.html' title='MONDAY cramps'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3618127992820979540</id><published>2009-08-02T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:04:55.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heres&lt;/span&gt; what happened on SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; and i met at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BradelMRT&lt;/span&gt;. And we Hugged. It's been a long time okay? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Emmanuel (NOT FROM HOLY HIGH!!) like, 3min later. Took a long bus ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pasiris&lt;/span&gt;, i think?&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, i tried to include E and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; in a conversation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i was feeling kinda awkward. I mean, i was the only one who knew everyone..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end we were able to talk about stuff. We had to go pick up Nick, Es friend. Nick and E together are seriously childish. SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i found out that i am about 170. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; about Es height and he's 171. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! I'M TALL!&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; jealous..((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;.. after we got Nick to get out of his house, we had lunch at MAC. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; and i were quietly eating our burgers. Come on, we were hungry!&lt;br /&gt;E and Nick on the other hand, were fighting like children. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;AHEMMMM&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept "holding" hands. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't finish my fries, so i forced most of them to E and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; was telling E and Nick about this website, with an embarrassing pic of me. (she began telling E about it on our first bus ride, I told her then too not to give the details &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;eg&lt;/span&gt;. the website..) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; gave the website anyway, and E threatened to visit the site using his hand phone, so i chased him tyring to grab his phone. I seceded. don't really know how that happened, but i managed to take his phone(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;..went to a mall, wanted to watch a movie, but there were no movies worth our money to watch. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this crazy idea to play at the "playground" in the mall. Ya know, the one with a whole lot of plastic balls and slides? Meant for children... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick was playing in the arcade. He was really into the game, so we decided not to disturb him. We did inform him of our plan to play(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E actually went to ask the people selling the "ticket bands" if we were allowed in. We were, for the fee of $1.50. But the problem was, we needed a child to take care of. And i couldn't pass for 10, so.. I DIDN'T GET TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PLAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!)): &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much at the mall then. So we took another bus ride to another mall to see if the other cinemas had other movies to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that they were mostly the same. We were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; disappointed. In the end, we spent our time playing in the arcade. I won a game of Air Hockey against E (with the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; and Nick) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ysa&lt;/span&gt; and i tried out the dancing thing? We kinda rocked at it. KINDA. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;YSA&lt;/span&gt; GOODBYE((; at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tampanese&lt;/span&gt; Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;busses&lt;/span&gt; for me to take, so E walked me to the train station. I totally have no sense of direction. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;GAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home by train &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3618127992820979540?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3618127992820979540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3618127992820979540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5364749294690620927</id><published>2009-08-01T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:24:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eakk. eakkh</title><content type='html'>Hey, the food was awesome! btw. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, i came across this video on youtube some days ago and i found it very interesting and very creative. I just wanted to share it with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, do i sound like a teacher or what?? i should be saying things like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! i saw this vid on youtube and it was uber amazing. like, seriously. I know you people are gonna be lazy to click on links so i might as well post the video here on my blog instead. Check it out. I hope you aint THAT lazy to click the play button. HAHA!(: Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;The first part is kinda weird. But, TRY to be patient. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so much better. I no longer sound like a tacher! come, congratulate me for not being mature in the way i type? haha! just watch the video alright??((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH! i have no idea why i cant copy and past the vid here but i can pate the vid any where else. I blame blogger. GAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, you people just have to put up with clicking the link. ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wont watch it. i can sense the laziness already. LOL!((L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLnJe4Wqr74&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLnJe4Wqr74&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au su liu mada!`&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5364749294690620927?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5364749294690620927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5364749294690620927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5364749294690620927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5364749294690620927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/eakk-eakkh.html' title='eakk. eakkh'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3934903762454427615</id><published>2009-08-01T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T19:04:05.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long legged dolls</title><content type='html'>hello there peepholes! i really want to say that Dom is a very dirty BOY. Yes. BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. i am currently here at my cousins house. We're gonna have a BBQ party for my little cousin ROBIN. hehe. He's turning 8!((:&lt;br /&gt;Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom ant Aunt are downstairs preparing and BBQ-ing the food. You'd think that the BBQ-ing have to be left to the men of the house, but no. THE WOMEN TAKE CONTROL THIS TIME! Nah, its just that the men (meaning my dad and uncle) are sick. No, my dad's not feeling well while my uncle' still at work. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going out tomorrow with E and his friend Nick. i dont really wanna feel awkaward, so i invited YSA along!((: Its been a long time since i last hung out with her, thus the invitation((: Im so phsyched about tomorrow!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets focus on TODAY shall we?&lt;br /&gt;Well, ha cat. lessons today. And i am very proud to say that I WASTN LATE TODAY!((: haha!&lt;br /&gt;we had this lesson about the stages of a relationship. And Jacob and Amos was using these thrapy dolls to act these stages out. It was pretty funny. HEHE. they were doing thses pervertic things to the doll when the teacher turned her back on them. HAHA! I love those guys together((:cI swear, i laughed my ass off((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justina took a video of the whole thing. I really want that video. I NEED THAT VIDEO!! haha!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going down now!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausuliumada!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3934903762454427615?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3934903762454427615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3934903762454427615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3934903762454427615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3934903762454427615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-legged-dolls.html' title='Long legged dolls'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8261984533294909858</id><published>2009-07-31T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:55:56.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week..</title><content type='html'>Listening to - Goodbye, Kristina DeBarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been updating this blog recently so here are the following events that have happened this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. there was Monday, but nothing really happened. I attended netball in the afternoon. It was fun. I got to run a lot. I'm in dire need of exercise. Talk about rotting with chips on a sofa in front of a television. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are officially PHYSICAL TRAINING day. no play time. sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Geh, Stacey and I followed ShawnLim, Weane and Haoying to Weanes' house to complete the literature script. I've got the lead role..damn random numbers. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that the boys do wanna help out, but the girls just like taking control eh? Weane was so sweet to Geh when attending to her wound (she fell down when walking to Weanes' house- and Stacey laughed at her...like, wtf. ooo) im kinda jealous of Weane, seems like Geh trusts him more. HMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. I have no idea what happened on this day. All i know is i attended netball then went home. HAHA! so much for the update huh?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Ate at PepperLunch with Stacey(: I love her so much. she's called- bestfriend((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today- Stacey has got people who really like her((: Shawns' boyfriend kept calling her(: Oops, am i supposed to mention that?(#&lt;br /&gt;Went home after eating lunch with Stacey at KFC. Gosh, i should really cut down on the fast food.  oo&lt;br /&gt;Stacey still had to attend her CCA. I felt sooo sorry for her. AWW. she hates her cca. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats it. Stupd computer got stuck and now i have to friggin stop using it. DAMN IT! I HAVNT EVEN BEEEN ABLE TO USE IT FOR LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents dont believe teenagers anymore dont they..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8261984533294909858?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8261984533294909858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8261984533294909858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8261984533294909858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8261984533294909858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-week.html' title='this week..'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5805407416272515143</id><published>2009-07-26T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:27:33.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of posting(:</title><content type='html'>Hello! i just wanted to post this picture..&lt;br /&gt;I saw this cab and i really thought the driver went overboard with the decorations. It was really obvious that he decorated his cab for the upcoming National day. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" &gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: crosshair; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SmwDzWr6yoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yBm553hYZ4o/s200/DSC00739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362665437089417858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isnt it just too flaggy? OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, well. i was just surprised. This driver must be SUPER enthuiastic. I bet its the bubbly kinda driver(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there are lots of tests next week and i am stressed out! AHHHHHH! oookay. STOP!&lt;br /&gt;Im randoming already. Bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better stop now. oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5805407416272515143?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5805407416272515143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5805407416272515143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5805407416272515143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5805407416272515143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-sake-of-posting.html' title='Just for the sake of posting(:'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SmwDzWr6yoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/yBm553hYZ4o/s72-c/DSC00739.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-8025424933606413221</id><published>2009-07-25T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:01:55.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intercourse?</title><content type='html'>dont think so much;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there(:&lt;br /&gt;I went to cat. class today and i was late. Charmaine kept stressing me out! Saying i was late, saying i wasnt late. so i was caught between a walk and a run. huh. My siblings were tagging along behind me. So..we were all late. okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays lesson was on Mood Swings, Raw Emotions, Fantasies.. oh gosh. fun lesson. uhh..&lt;br /&gt;Shaun had to read this Bible passage and i seriously DO NOT KNOW how many times he said intercourse..It had to be more than ten. AHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy came wayy later than i did. She had a captains ball tournament back in school. She says that captains ball is her second CCA. I mean, COME ON!! Captains ball as a CCA?? they've really gotta be kidding. Turns out they are not. I WANNA JOIN A CAPTAINS BALL CCA!! Easier than netball. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i found out that Emmanuel has H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Happy belated  14th Birthday to DOMINIQUE LEE. who is a boy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;there, ya happy now?((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8025424933606413221?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8025424933606413221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8025424933606413221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8025424933606413221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8025424933606413221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/intercourse.html' title='intercourse?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6820676117630865657</id><published>2009-07-13T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:33:21.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Monday. Gosh.</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to- &lt;u&gt;Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its Monday today. ahhhh! They just cant give a teenager a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. 'Break' in teen language means Holidays all year round. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first period was English.&lt;br /&gt;We had to stick our stories to the wall. It had to be stuck on the wall in THAT moment. but..&lt;br /&gt;Explanation-&lt;br /&gt;My group had previously came up with a story using all these descriptive words and paragraphs on a piece of majong paper. group work thing. Well, i took it home for the weekends, and i was supposed to work on it. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;What happened you ask? well, I just continued from where my group left off. Whatever, the story just didnt make any sense at all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JUST BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL.&lt;/span&gt; LOL!&lt;br /&gt;i currently dont make much sense either huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARE WITH ME PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Just ate stuff. heehee. Oh Spacey saw Suzzy and became stiff. She just quickly put on her hair pin and kept silent. HAHA! Oh SPACEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and get over Edwin.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science. Now, theres a subject for ya.&lt;br /&gt;We were learning about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXPANSION&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CONTRACTION&lt;/span&gt;. we had to do this experiment where we had to heat this metal ball and see if it would fit in the ring, but i wont fit, cuz the ball expanded..&lt;br /&gt;You know..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; experiment? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently, we couldn't make our friends touch the &lt;u&gt;"FRIGGIN HOT BALL"&lt;/u&gt; , cuz apparently, our friends would &lt;u&gt;"JUMP FOR JOY"&lt;/u&gt;.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gehdine made me think dirty.. Mr Leow kept saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"frigging hot ball"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the ball gets bigger"&lt;/span&gt; like, wtCRAP. Well, now you kinda know what Geh made me think. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;juust&lt;/span&gt; had to say "sounds wrong." She didnt have to say it out loud........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was Lit. Mr Yeo talked about snoopy and his multiple personas. Kinda interesting, but i always found Snoopy boring.. I don't laugh when i read Snoopy comics. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;The music room was sooo cold. Its bad enough that I've got the cough and runny nose. GOSH. THE WORLD HAS IT IN FOR ME. I just know it. And with the cold whether and all. But i do enjoy the whether.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! I'm really out of point.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt a bit about the Guitar, like the parts and the 6notes. It was kinda cool.((:&lt;br /&gt;So we're gonna have guitar lessons starting this week onwards((:&lt;br /&gt;The Guitar instructor is a cool guy. While our music teacher was organising us(seating arrangements), Guitar instructor guy was walking around at the front of the class, occasionally showing off his Moonwalk. LOL! i love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as everybody ( in my school) knows, there are 4Shawn/Shauns in our class. And instructor dude was kinda making fun, in a funny good way. so he called the&lt;br /&gt;First Shawn- Shawn&lt;br /&gt;Second Shawn- Shawn Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get what i mean right? (:&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the lesson, he played us a song that he composed on the spot. Well, that's what he told us anyway, but it sounded quite familiar..hmm(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened. the Chinese teacher had to go to some other secondary school to do some 'O' level Oral Examinations. Our class was rejoicing. Its wrong, we know, but we really couldn't help ourselves. Chinese isn't really a favourite subject. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be it.&lt;br /&gt;Followed Spacey and Erika to the Interchange. Erika and i bought food from OldChangi while spacey bought bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what happened next was home sweet home ((:&lt;br /&gt;Theres no Chinese tomorrow either. I just love the 'O' levels. don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bet, in two years time i'd be saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY'd THEY EVEN MAKE SOMETHING AS 'O' LEVEL POSSIBLE??! I JUST HATE 'O' LEVELS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old Geh and Dele. ):&lt;br /&gt;(i just like the old yous better.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6820676117630865657?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6820676117630865657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6820676117630865657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6820676117630865657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6820676117630865657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-monday-gosh.html' title='Its Monday. Gosh.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5631394548001442796</id><published>2009-07-10T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:54:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh...?</title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta say that im deluded. I just totally am. gosh. Anyways.. looking forward to 29August((:&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..  nothing much. But it looks like i have not updated this blog for a long time. I got LOA-ed the week before school reopened. Just saying for you peepholes who wanna know. I dont really have anything to say, so i might as well say whatever right? SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh? so whats the whatever i wanna talk about anyway? oo Looks like i have no idea, so thats it i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! pathetic eh? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Michael Jackson):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think i need a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; long time to get over him. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY SUCH THE IMPACT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5631394548001442796?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5631394548001442796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5631394548001442796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5631394548001442796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5631394548001442796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/07/uhhh.html' title='uhhh...?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1953857922623181287</id><published>2009-06-27T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:33:56.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MICHAEL JACKSON.</title><content type='html'>hey there!&lt;br /&gt;omg, im sorry for not posting for a long time now. I've been so..yeah..LAZY lately. yup.&lt;br /&gt;But the reason why i suddenly wanted to publish a post is cuz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt; is gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really doesn't feel that way. Its like he's too famous and great to be GONE.&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if he just faked is own death and has escaped to a secret mansion hidden underground or something.&lt;br /&gt;It also feels as if he's out there on a stage performing and all the talk about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (i really dont wanna use the D word, cuz it just doesnt seem right.) is all a big fat lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's like he's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. HE IS ALIVE. i dont care what other people say. HE'S ALIVE DAMN IT. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. why is everyone saying that he's..&lt;em&gt;gone.&lt;/em&gt; he isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;No, im happy, cuz he's still here.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au su liu mada((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1953857922623181287?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1953857922623181287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1953857922623181287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1953857922623181287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1953857922623181287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-michael-jackson.html' title='I LOVE MICHAEL JACKSON.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1470153148366564819</id><published>2009-06-09T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:48:29.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the update huh. (: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-to kimmy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing has been happening these past few days- which is totally not right btw - BUT, there has been the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP camp. I had one during the weekends, that is the reason i want able to reply the many msgs that my awesome friends have sent me((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was awesome btw, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got to see the true colors of my amigos&lt;/span&gt; and i am mucho glad about that. Cuz, now i know that Emmanuel isn't just the gentlemanish kinda guy. Okay, well, he IS. BUT, he's got a crazy side too him too! hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO EMMANUEL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy was the same as ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hyper and just so damn lovable.&lt;/span&gt; AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;She has these serious &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;issues with guys&lt;/span&gt;. So guess what, she managed to get this guys' number and she's going out with him. I think.. Well, she did go out with him the other day. SNEAKY! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havnt been able to talk to Charmaine much during the camp. THAT WAS JUST SOOOO SAD! GAHHHHH! i missed her a whole lot. TG i got to spend time with her during our way back home.. Yeah, so i went home with Charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Emmanuel had to take a friggin taxi right in front of us -Charmaine Sammy and i.- Damn that rich dude. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffft, i can scold him all i want, its as if he'll actually vist my blog. I bet the dude doesnt even know my URL. ahh, whatever. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, seriously wanting to go out with Spacey and Sherry and Sammy. omg, all their names start with S. COOOOOOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO OUT WITH GEH TOO! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, WANNA WATCH DRAG ME TO HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAG ME TO HELLLLL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that is not permission for you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;literally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; drag me to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lemme just do the tag replies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kimberly-:&lt;/span&gt; TADA! updated! hehe. YURp and you can just look over to the links and you'll see your name right there((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crystal-:&lt;/span&gt; hehe. LOVES AND MISSING PIGGLET LOADS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Defeared-:&lt;/span&gt; okay.. i already saw you're post.  I WAS MENTIONED! i mean, like, how couldn't i be. AHAHA! "D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GEH-:&lt;/span&gt; I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU TOOO! but, you;re always sooo busy, it just aint fair. Theres still the project to worry about.. like WTH man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1470153148366564819?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1470153148366564819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1470153148366564819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1470153148366564819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1470153148366564819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8353432317320422829</id><published>2009-06-04T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:51:41.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and.. Just stop.</title><content type='html'>ohai!&lt;br /&gt;Hello! hehe. Soo.. about the follow up post. there wont be any. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Just go check out my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dearest Spaceys blog&lt;/span&gt; for the details on our trip yeah? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats it.&lt;br /&gt;And i am totally addicted to my show. STILL AINT TELLING.&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and uhh.. i've decided to eat chocolate right now. So byebye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tag replies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Felicia-: HELLLLLLLLLOOOOOO!!~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kim-: Hehe. I know i know. ill return it to you yeah?XD AND EAGLES WILL WIN! I WILL                      SPRINT TILL MY LEGS COME OFF. wait till next sports carnival comes. ahehehhe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Spacey-: Yeahh..you only come here cuz of something about Haoying.. Not for moi. Im so hurt                      right now... LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;DefeatedLoveFairy-: Damn it! you really dont know me well enough;] JK-ing! love you loads                                               SAMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late reply. I guess i really live up to my LAZINESS..(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8353432317320422829?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8353432317320422829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8353432317320422829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8353432317320422829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8353432317320422829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/stop-and-just-stop.html' title='Stop and.. Just stop.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7104794947653988590</id><published>2009-06-03T13:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:44:10.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here there. We went out.</title><content type='html'>hey yo!&lt;br /&gt;im in a hurry here because i really wanna watch this awesome show.. GAHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.. so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just sum it all up and write out  a follow up post elaboration more on our day yesterday. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and i went out to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around for a while.&lt;br /&gt;got lost..&lt;br /&gt;Watched NATM2.&lt;br /&gt;Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, thats like the shortest summary ever..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i wanna add in the pics now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYLZB2LJGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Kl1PcoRdS3I/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYLZB2LJGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Kl1PcoRdS3I/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342970532541965410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STACEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYLmoo2WNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9mxS8iYDHrA/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYLmoo2WNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/9mxS8iYDHrA/s320/DSC00265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342970766293358802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STACEY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now she knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYL0Uk3YqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/C1CaXQJp4po/s1600-h/DSC00267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYL0Uk3YqI/AAAAAAAAAO0/C1CaXQJp4po/s320/DSC00267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342971001426109090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Numb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hands were sooo numb after the movie. oh,&lt;br /&gt;thats Staceys hand btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYMEmM2WFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e-aRkRwkCC0/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYMEmM2WFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/e-aRkRwkCC0/s320/DSC00269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342971281035122770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the toilet after the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Stacey wasnt cam shy..&lt;br /&gt;BUT SHE ISNT CAM SHY!!&lt;br /&gt;damn it stacey. Bleah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYMZpzNMuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KEAY49nn6j4/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYMZpzNMuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/KEAY49nn6j4/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342971642778563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stacey..&lt;br /&gt;taken months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is PROOF thats she AINT cam shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, will elaborate our day later. Right now im just dying to watch my show. what show you ask?&lt;br /&gt;well.. I AINT TELLING YOU! cuz its MY SHOW after all. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7104794947653988590?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7104794947653988590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7104794947653988590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7104794947653988590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7104794947653988590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-there-we-went-out.html' title='here there. We went out.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiYLZB2LJGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Kl1PcoRdS3I/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-5506725332578252256</id><published>2009-05-30T10:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T11:00:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Stacey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiCgv56xX0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zaxe0zpE69g/s1600-h/DSC00156%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiCgv56xX0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zaxe0zpE69g/s400/DSC00156%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341445902923030338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, its something that Geh randomly did then Stacey did some minor corrections.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna post it. I took the picture anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sports day went kinda okay.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my legs for numbing mid-sprint. I slowed down sooo much. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, eagles WILL win. we only got third this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5506725332578252256?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5506725332578252256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5506725332578252256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5506725332578252256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5506725332578252256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-stacey.html' title='For Stacey'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/SiCgv56xX0I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zaxe0zpE69g/s72-c/DSC00156%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-2879339321410922978</id><published>2009-05-28T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:41:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy. but guilty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sh5qJDmcR6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzaFFs4ObOY/s1600-h/guilty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sh5qJDmcR6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzaFFs4ObOY/s400/guilty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340822911925897122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today. I just had to bring a whole lot of books home yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eagles also had training today. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE MUST BE THE CHAMPION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO EAGLES! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sorry, i really cant help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim KohQing Lina and I trained for the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 4x100m race&lt;/span&gt;. Brenda Amira(h) -omg, is her name with or without an H. damn it. anyways..- with PinHan and more people. WE JUST TRAINED OKAYYY??! i really don't wanna list the whole bunch of us. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soo.. the fastest in our group of eagles is KQ. &lt;/span&gt;so she's supposed to be the last person in the relay. but she claimed that her legs hurt. pfffffffffffffffft. her legs "hurt" but she was still so enthu on playing captains ball. --' HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my legs hurt too(: Oh no wait, WRONG FACE!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my legs hurt too): &lt;- okay, thats the right face. hehe  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim and I are of the same speed.&lt;/span&gt; She would have been faster than me.. BUT, she keeps screaming when its her turn to run. If she wasn't screaming, she would be laughing. LOL!(X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Lina. I KNOW THAT SHE'S PRETENDING!!!&lt;/span&gt; She's fast okay, damn freaking fast. But during our training it was like she was running kinda slow. OMG! Never mind, i know that she'll fly when the time of the competition comes. eheheheh. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..thats it? we played a bit of captains ball, but i didnt play much. My thighs were like brusing from the inside or something, KQ said that i shouldn't risk it. (: awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. so thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PinHan pressed KQs mouth which was full of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, it was inevitable that KQ spat the water out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The water went straight to Kim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kim KQ and PH started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was unlucky enough to be standing so close to Kim, cuz she smacked my back like, so damn hard! HAHAHA! I guess people tend to do that when they laugh too hard. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;GO EAGLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2879339321410922978?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2879339321410922978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2879339321410922978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2879339321410922978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2879339321410922978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-but-guilty.html' title='Happy. but guilty.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/Sh5qJDmcR6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/IzaFFs4ObOY/s72-c/guilty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-6467694540118016684</id><published>2009-05-21T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:09:59.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLYMPICS</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today all Sec2s had to attend this Poetry class thing that was part of out learning journey.&lt;br /&gt;So.. logically we had to write about the Olympics. We had a blast. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kind of sort of maybe"&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FaithK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhs, cuz some parts were kinda boring, yups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, check out this out- we made a "skit" by only using sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about these two girls gossiping about a friend and i. I over heard what they were talking about and thought my friend had spread the rumors. So i gasped and "slapped" her. yeahh, we acted the whole thing out by only using sound effects. And the teacher knew exactly what was going on. HAHA! &lt;u&gt; well, yeah, we are talented people after all(:&lt;/u&gt; -GEH RIKA SPACEY and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmms, after the poetry course, our class dismissed themselves.&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Sim came-math teacher- and was like "wheres the rest of the class?!" LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Only the class committee members and most of the girls were in the classroom. Me included. haha! 16/40 people present only..&lt;br /&gt;So, we were safe, but those who were MIA are in trouble!! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, there were heats after school. So i had to attend the Captains Ball games. BLUE CHEESE RUUULES!-my team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won. every match&lt;br /&gt;But the teams we were up against were challenging. Especially the Falcons, they had all the fast runners. Gahs! jealous of their speed. but i guess our team had a strategy, that's why we won.. HMMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on sports day itself, the finals will be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE CHEESE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;vs.&lt;/span&gt; RED ELMO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YURPS!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, thats mostly it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue cheese members JY!&lt;br /&gt;-KohQing&lt;br /&gt;-LinaYee&lt;br /&gt;-KunJiaYi&lt;br /&gt;-SohJiayi&lt;br /&gt;-PeiLing&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;br /&gt;-oh crap, i forgot the last 2 members...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhs,&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. i'm running again and im love it(:&lt;br /&gt;oo McDonalds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6467694540118016684?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6467694540118016684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6467694540118016684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6467694540118016684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6467694540118016684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/olympics.html' title='OLYMPICS'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4391181178634000051</id><published>2009-05-20T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:56:08.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShQLRZfS8xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MyOiVloJN7Y/s1600-h/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShQLRZfS8xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MyOiVloJN7Y/s400/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903851868713746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dreamt of a chocolate monster last night, and i was stupid enough to run away. --'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this THE CHINESE CHALLENGE thing at the hall today.&lt;br /&gt;They said they could make Chinese more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interesting. &lt;/span&gt;Uhhhh.. the only interesting part was when the woman host sang. What was her name? uhhh starts with a J, i know that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her voice. She might as well be a Singer. Cuz seriously. omg.&lt;br /&gt;I simply switched off for the other segments. zZzZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back exam results. Whatever, who wants to talk about them anyway. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPORTS DAY TRAINING-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school i trained with the BLUE CHEESE members. And other people as well. like the Hawks and Red people. Whoops. I forgot the house name.heehee.  (for captains ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trained with Felicia too. We practiced sprinting for the relays. she kept beating me, and i swear she had wings. SHE WAS FLYING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i've missed running. I've been obsessed with running the whole afternoon! i think i drove Amanda crazy again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally beat. I have not been running during the exam period, so it'll take some time to get used to running again. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirmaine owes me monay $$!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go out on Friday! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH!&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to SHERRY for her uber long birthday post for me(:&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just awesome!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sherry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i seriously cant thank you enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But, without blood you'd surely die! water comes SECOND! LOL(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okay okay, i wont argue anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanks again! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sorry my post to you aint that long):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh right, yeah "AHEM" is aight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont talk to him anymore, but yeah, i am grateful he introduced us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If not, we'd be total stangers!! NOOO! OO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;okay.. byebye. FOR NOW! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4391181178634000051?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4391181178634000051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4391181178634000051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4391181178634000051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4391181178634000051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShQLRZfS8xI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MyOiVloJN7Y/s72-c/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-4273364377559518851</id><published>2009-05-19T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:14:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight. not really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, time now: 10:12&lt;br /&gt;post just now.. was at 2pm+ OKay? thanks. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replys:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THANK YOU! (X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. that goes to everyone who has tagged me today. I am smiling. believe it, even though you cant see my smile. (:  &lt;-- there! SMILING! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, am soo not looking forward to climbing 4 flights of stairs tomorrow. NOT LOOKING FORWARD.&lt;br /&gt;Am looking froward though, to the training. surprising eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, goodnight! &lt;- not my final one hor. xD  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4273364377559518851?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4273364377559518851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4273364377559518851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4273364377559518851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4273364377559518851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/goodnight-not-really.html' title='goodnight. not really.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6175799317702499224</id><published>2009-05-19T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:59:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border: 3px none ;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShJmbunEKhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ggJA4qkcPpU/s1600-h/Cake_by_pinstripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShJmbunEKhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ggJA4qkcPpU/s400/Cake_by_pinstripe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337441134941841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;So, today's my Birthday. YAY ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just seriously wanna know who called me up at 12am today. I WANNA NEEDTA KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This person called me up when i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAST ASLEEEP&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOKE ME UP&lt;/span&gt;. She half screamed into the phone saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ISABELLE!!&lt;/span&gt; -more like screamed-it twice before hanging up. wanted to call her back, but her number was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UNKNOWN&lt;/span&gt;. Thats just great. i wanted to thank her.. Not scold her. LOL! But she wont own up. HMMMM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..i got this Minnie Mouse stuffed toy-with a big head(:- from SPACEY RIKA &amp;amp; GEH. aww. arnt they sweet. But i aint used to carrying something so eye catching. Ahem, i dont like being looked at. So it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there just HAD to be an excursion to the YOG learning place and the Sports school. yeah. so i carried it everywhere................yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geh was my partner for the trip. YAY! and she did most of the work BOOO! i felt so useless. gar. it was like, i wanted to help, but i didnt know how to. gah, dunno how to explain uhhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the sports school was HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;as Geh said: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This school is everything but small."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally agree with her. I mean, the school only had 400 students! our school on the other hand has a thousand plus students and our school is like a quarter of the sports schools size(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Stefanie(?) there. i ain't so sure how to spell her name. Well, i saw her there.&lt;br /&gt;She's an ex-MCSian. same as me.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that she was in the Garnet house and i used to take the same school bus as her when we were P1. Yeah, i remember that kinda thing. I used to talk to her a lot. Then i changed school buses at P2.. so we stopped there. Ahem. out of the line..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, then went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;YURP.&lt;br /&gt;haish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i received sweets from the guys. hmm.. thank you(:&lt;br /&gt;oh and a free frappe from ADELE! Frappe from the McCaffe hor. YUMMMMMY. i havnt had the drink yet, but ill get it tmr. hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im lazy to type anything else down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH. THANKS TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;THANKS TO THE PEOPLE WHO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CALLED ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SMSED ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GAVE ME PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GREETED ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all because they remembered my birthday. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShJlzZCbgiI/AAAAAAAAAN8/BFIDojSZyFc/s1600-h/Cake_by_pinstripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6175799317702499224?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6175799317702499224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6175799317702499224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6175799317702499224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6175799317702499224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShJmbunEKhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ggJA4qkcPpU/s72-c/Cake_by_pinstripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-4614493407278347420</id><published>2009-05-18T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:12:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as i know it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShElxtsygoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1u5Aq5gDwnU/s1600-h/Hands_by_laureno9100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShElxtsygoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1u5Aq5gDwnU/s400/Hands_by_laureno9100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337088569422021250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was born to tell you I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to,  to make you mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay with me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Call-Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i just love that song. So much. You people should seriously listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, this song, but mostly this part -the chorus- reminds me of Spacey. Reminds me of how much she&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loved Gerard Way and the only space in her heart was for him.  Stressing on the past tense. ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;But now, she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;overly obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Korean-Singaporean Gerard Way Jr.&lt;/span&gt; Oh Stacey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, todayyyy.. there was PE. didnt really like it much. all i really wanted to do was sprint the whole hour away, but no one wanted to. They were already reluctant to join me to sprint a hundred meters or so, so it would be pointless for me to ask them to sprint with me for the whole hour. But that would kinda be impossibleHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the only ones who sprinted with me, in a desperate attempt to shut me up, was Dominique-he's a boy, despite the way his name's spelt(:- and Amanda. Dom had sorta injured his left leg so.. i was kinda hoping to beat him. HA! never happened the dude was still faster than i was. Damn it. Amanda came quite close to beating me. My speed has dropped. My stamina has dropped even further. Lack of practice and exercise. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz got back our results for math and Chinese. I am utterly disappointed! gah! failed my Chinese......... Erika on the other hand....She's got the brains man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last period was Geography. We watched a movie. about time..RELAXXX! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;It was called "a beautiful life"? not that sure. Italiano movieo (it does sound more Italian with the o's. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged my chair all the way to Geraldine's side and we watched the movie laughing away together. (:&lt;br /&gt;before the movie though, we listened to Shawn LimJW talking about all sorts uh crap. Funny crap! LOL! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg, we were listening to ShawnTALK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Stacey was jealous.  --inside joke. don't you people dare to spread rumors. ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz, Erika Jan and I made the payments for the NEfield trip. then it was time to go home. Was raining heavily. So frigging cold. Especially in the classroom. BRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh NEfield trip tmr!! So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the big event that Spacey mentioned to me! aiya dunno uhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;MANDA!! Sorry.. i don't think i'm able keep my promise. LOL! gonna hug you tmr. Consider yourself warned! (X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4614493407278347420?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4614493407278347420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4614493407278347420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4614493407278347420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4614493407278347420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-i-know-it.html' title='Life as i know it.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShElxtsygoI/AAAAAAAAAN0/1u5Aq5gDwnU/s72-c/Hands_by_laureno9100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-4755373639572917573</id><published>2009-05-17T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:38:14.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once agian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShAQdpYSBLI/AAAAAAAAANo/qJHiuPiVt48/s1600-h/Exams_by_Miss_kitkat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShAQdpYSBLI/AAAAAAAAANo/qJHiuPiVt48/s400/Exams_by_Miss_kitkat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336783659943986354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying for the exams, thus was not able to produce a post on this blog for a VERY LONG time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, this time, I'm not blaming my laziness &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; blaming the exams&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And with this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; pretend that you believe what i just said. (X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt;, and i know you guys miss my weekly postings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! or wait, was it monthly? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets talk about the inevitable. THE EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS OVER. ITS GONE.&lt;/span&gt; it'll be back next term. but for now...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE EXAMS ARE FREAKING OVER PEOPLE! JUNE HOLIDAYS HERE WE COME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The June holidays must be real scared. i mean, with all the wild teenagers and all..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prior to the outburst..&lt;br /&gt;I totally feeling neutral (if you could call that a feeling..). I kinda miss the exams. Why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; of the early dismissals- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; WHY!&lt;br /&gt;After the paper you could just go home or hang around. So I'm gonna definitely miss that one thing about the exams. YUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i felt no stress. no stress at all. The only stress i received -during the exams- was from art. ART. of all things, of all the other subjects art stressed me out. Damn it. Isn't art supposed to be something to express ourselves by? When did it suddenly become a subject that has to be graded?!&lt;br /&gt;its all wrong i tell ya. I can say for a fact now that- I &lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to like art. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't feel like talking about the exams anymore. And i doubt any of you would want to be reminded of all the torture your brain had to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill talk about....?&lt;br /&gt;Well, for now, i don't think i want to talk about anything else. i still have to do some admin work on my blog. you can totally see that it needs a whole lot of TLC.&lt;br /&gt;TENDER LOVING CARE.&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;TABLES LADDERS &amp;amp; CHAIRS&lt;br /&gt;as some of you wrestling fans may think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; off to do my work.. on this blog.. hope to see some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt; soon.. i guess its goodbye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, did you know that.. Ta-ta, goodbye, comes from the language-&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bengali (India, Bangladesh)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? OOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au sa liu mada.&lt;br /&gt;meaning goodbye in Fijian. haha! my new goodbye. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Au su liu mada~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4755373639572917573?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4755373639572917573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4755373639572917573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4755373639572917573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4755373639572917573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-agian.html' title='Once agian'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/ShAQdpYSBLI/AAAAAAAAANo/qJHiuPiVt48/s72-c/Exams_by_Miss_kitkat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-567151036885063156</id><published>2009-04-24T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:41:11.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its me.. again</title><content type='html'>OMG. its been an UBER long time since i last posted. man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its all due to laziness. That says a lot about me huh. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay, I've gotta do a LOT of changes to this blog. For instance, i've totally gotta update the links. Cuz most of em' are not right. damn.. And, there's still the cbox. or whatever box. I've just gotta put it in for you people to say all you need. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errhs. Omg, have i told you guys about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bare foot guy&lt;/span&gt;?! Yeah, BARE FOOT GUY( bfg)&lt;br /&gt;i'm crushing on him. Its kinda like Staceys crazy addiction to HY, but Saner. Or maybe i should say, SANE! haha!&lt;br /&gt;Well, if i tell you the whole story about the dude, then everone would know who he is. Sorta. i mean, word spreads and sooner or later the guy himself is gonna hear about it. :x So, no story. Only 3people, including me, know the whole stroy of how i fell for BFG. And its gonna stay that way. I am soooo sorry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well. theres the Croatia thing. Only 20people will be selected to go to the country. i wrote an Essay answering 3questions -sorta forgot what the questions were already- then was among 33students to go for an interview. After the interviews, the teachers will choose 20people to go to Croatia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was long over. About a week and a day ago to be exact. LOL! I know i totally flunked it. I mean, i myself couldn't even understand what the heck i was saying, which totally sucked by the way..&lt;br /&gt;But even if i dont get to travel all the way to Croatia, I still have Sports Day to look forward to!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i think ill stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the MYEs are knocking on our doors. I wish i could just call the police and arrest them for mental harassment . I've been going crazy with mood-swings and all. damn you MYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Im done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tschü!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-567151036885063156?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/567151036885063156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=567151036885063156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/567151036885063156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/567151036885063156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-me-again.html' title='Its me.. again'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8138242974705768987</id><published>2009-03-06T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:42:38.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey all you people! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My blog was dead, and now it is alive! MUAHAHAHA! i sound like some kinda phsyco god or something. LOL! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left 2MONTHS blog-post-less. Like, whats up with that? I always use the com, okay, well i use the com most of the time... FINE! I se;dom use the com. But whenever i do, i find myself lazy to do any blogging.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, i have to apologise to ANSON. Cuz from the previous posts from months ago, i kept spelling his name as ANSEN. so yeahhhhs. I totally owe my bestfriend the apology. ") happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, changes in the past 2 months?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i banjia. I've moved. I no longer live at Serangoon (thats where Jwalan lives.. so i've been told) But now, i live at Amo Kio. YUUUUUUP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm, well, what else eh? Oh, my grades have DROPPED dramatically. al my As have gone down the drain. The only As i've got is from Geog D&amp;amp;T and art. damn it man. I almost failed english. that is an IMPOSSIBILITY! i only got a effing 58. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It aint my fault, the teacher expected us to everything at sec4 standard, and he could not control the class. he's a cool teacher, sort of. but he's only 18. And, he's only a relief. The highest scorer in English is Nicole and she only got 63.5 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats just so wrong okay? We all could have gotten 70+ marks. --'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;huh.. well talking about english has made my interest in continuing this post totally vanish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GAHHHHH@&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8138242974705768987?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8138242974705768987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8138242974705768987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8138242974705768987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8138242974705768987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/revived.html' title='Revived'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5533278087673370001</id><published>2009-01-24T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:08:17.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>option(s), you and me</title><content type='html'>okay.. heyhey! sorry for not posting.. damn it man. i bet the only people/person reading this blog is me. OMG! :o no way.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. was sick for 3 whole frigging days. uhh, those days were Thursday, Friday and yeah.. smart, Saturday. Last week de. date- 15,16&amp;amp;17 of January. yupyup. days before camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz.. after the sickening sick days (==") went to camp on Monday. yeahh. Camp was fun. i drank goats milk? isn't that exciting?!?! LOL! errhs, slept in this modern hut with 2-Charity class girls, and Hope people..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what? i seriously thought that when they said hut, i really thought it was the kinda hut made of sticks and stones on the ground.. ahehe..psps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all that i wanna type down. im LAZZZZY! deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what?! i kept seeing this one person over and over and over AND over again during camp. it kinda annoys me. part of the reason is, we know each other, but we're like complete strangers. it kills me man. history is repeating itself though the people are different. GARRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then what happened? went back to school a day earlier cuz netball competition and all that. woke up so effing early to go to school usual time while the rest of the sec2 people were still sleeping at camp. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Minjun KohQing Rowena Brenda and Amanda in school. we were the only sec2 people. so embarrassing man. exp during assembly. where we had to assamble at the parade square.. so there were 2 people lining up at 2Char, 2 people at 2Sin, and 4 people at 2Dili. pspspspspsps&lt;br /&gt;everyone could see uss... omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhs.. trained and stuff.. during our free time of 7 frigging hours. long long laggy time. actually, we were supposed to be at home sleeping, but, SOMEONE told us we had to go to school for extra training.. BOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs, dont wanna say more. remember, LAZZZZY! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anways.. lets move on to the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Boring, was still in the camping mood. especially  me, tired and sleepy. lacking sleep for the past 3days. yawn man yawnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. CNY celebration. ate loads of food. then had the celebration in the hall. . was kinda boring. people were falling asleep. people actually FELL ASLEEP. yeah, need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soz, went out with Geh, Adele and Stacey. we ate at macs and saw these kids, dressed wayyyy too old for their age. we thought they were like, P3 or something. turned out they were P6s. Retarded bunch. They were loud obnoxious people. They didn't even know how to eat cake. Irritation. i wanted to like tell 'em a couple of things. like, how disgusting they were. GARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz, saw a certain someone there, well, outside of macs. it was kinda funny i guess. I looked at him, he looked at me. i turned away, he turned away. Then, while he was walking, from the corner of my eye, i saw him look back a couple of times. damn, if only we said hello, it wouldn't seem so retarded. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, after macs. Geh Dele and i went to compas point to do some research for science. didnt get to do much though. Stacey joined us later. huh. Should be it. And, on that day, it was proven that there ARE guys who are TALLER than ME! AHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now im at the cousins place. mhhm. gonna stay here until CNY is over. long time eh? hehe. uhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, todays Arthurs birthday. Already greeted him, ").&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY again. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhs, what else? i need exercise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's not right for you.. she's a bi-atch. she really is.&lt;br /&gt;omg. did i just say that?! yeahhh, i soooo did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KY is soo cute, yeahh you are. LOL!! randomiing soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhs, what little random things can i still type down?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. im jealous. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE A CHIOBU! you respond whenever i say chiobu. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randoming meant for more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;i know, finally right? ")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5533278087673370001?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5533278087673370001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5533278087673370001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5533278087673370001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5533278087673370001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/01/options-you-and-me.html' title='option(s), you and me'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2103729449478572833</id><published>2009-01-11T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:53:51.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary,</title><content type='html'>omgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so.. my blog has been thinking of suicide. but, thankfully, i have changed its mind, that is why there's a new post. Yeah, this is the one, and you're reading it. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has been going on since the last time I've posted (really?) okay, no. but.. week one of school has been survived. LOL. nah, i love school okay. so duh, i can survive it. exp, for some lessons. Like, take Chinese for example. it's bad enough that i cant understand the language, but does the teacher have to be some kinda "ill-make-you-go-to-sleep-with-my-voice" person?&lt;br /&gt;cuz once she starts talking, i totally tune out. i start thinking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bubbles&lt;/span&gt;. like, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of going to a pure science class next year. OMG. yeah, i know. gotta study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh AND oh.&lt;br /&gt;me, myself and i now own an iPOD CLASSIC. whooo.&lt;br /&gt;omg. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soz.. yeah thats really it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, you know what else is amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I actually did like 4/7 newspaper reports for chinese.&lt;/u&gt; omg right? like, come on, that has gotta be some kind of miracle or something. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syonara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2103729449478572833?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2103729449478572833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2103729449478572833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2103729449478572833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2103729449478572833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary,'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6472836487821581672</id><published>2008-12-27T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:59:40.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school, school!!</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait. Really, for school to start. I MISS EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww man. i just need school right now. It's strange, when i was in primary school, i hated going to school but now that im in secSchool, i practically cant wait to get back to school. Like, whats up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short, sweet and a trace of plain laziness&lt;br /&gt;Syonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6472836487821581672?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6472836487821581672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6472836487821581672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6472836487821581672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6472836487821581672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-school.html' title='school, school!!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3632918146622555264</id><published>2008-12-15T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:43:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Blood.</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had training today. Still suck at shooting. GAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soz, todays my second day. you know....so there was ALOT. hehe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhs, didnt get the cramps till i got home, so like TG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Amanda and i bought this chicken from i-forgot-what-place, but it was like, YUMMMMMMY! she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, okay, lazy much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3632918146622555264?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3632918146622555264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3632918146622555264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3632918146622555264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3632918146622555264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-blood.html' title='Bloody Blood.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4679991346874733433</id><published>2008-12-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:26:24.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot.</title><content type='html'>hey yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got selected to be a shooter for netball. !!#^*@*(^(@*#(@*^(%$*#^$*@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Just that i need to put in that extra 120% into training, but you know i cant do that! I mean, there must be dedication and a willingness to train harder than the rest. Well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have that, the perseverance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt; and determination.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i swear at the ball when i cant shoot it through the hoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gahhh&lt;/span&gt;! well, this will seriously be a challenge for me. Lets see how long it takes before i back out. but, i think ill try to stick to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So training starts half an hour for me and the other shooters in training. we end half an hour later too. And everyday after school, we've gotta get like, do 200 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt; shots before we can go home. yeah, challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like saying goodbye differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4679991346874733433?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4679991346874733433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4679991346874733433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4679991346874733433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4679991346874733433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoot.html' title='shoot.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5137083187845889801</id><published>2008-12-12T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:11:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk walk, ouch!</title><content type='html'>two days ago, i accidentally cut myself when trying to peel off the tin covering of a tin can [like, duh]. it wasnt really a deep cut, but whenever i dabbed the blood away, more kept flowing out. stung a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while playing hide and seek with my baby sister, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; got too excited and crawled into a wall. The edge of the wall to be exact. then my head grew this bump. like, a mountain on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the bumps still there, least it aint that noticeable. still, it hurts. youch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, i slid past this thing. i dont know what it is, but it had this "hidden" sharp part, so i got cut by it. So now i have a cut on my upper thigh. like , wth. Im totally accident prone. wonder what'll happen tmr. hmmm. Maybe i'll accidentally slip and hurt my butt.  huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5137083187845889801?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5137083187845889801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5137083187845889801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5137083187845889801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5137083187845889801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/walk-walk-ouch.html' title='walk walk, ouch!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5101820196533688841</id><published>2008-12-11T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:11:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DONT THROW IT AWAY!</title><content type='html'>I own a seemingly harmless plant, and it bit me.&lt;br /&gt;So much for the harmless part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mom told me to clear out my stuff to make space for the new school books and that's when i found a notebook. You may think, 'yeah, so what? its just a notebook, i have one too." well, i was looking through it and was about to throw it away cuz it only contained school notes back in P5, when money fell out. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i am no longer broke. Know how much i found in there?! A TOTAL OF 83$!! HA! TAKE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even remember stuffing money into those pages. And to think i was about to throw the notebook out. ...omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i only did this post to bragg...&lt;br /&gt;HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5101820196533688841?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5101820196533688841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5101820196533688841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5101820196533688841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5101820196533688841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-throw-it-away.html' title='DONT THROW IT AWAY!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-300956633992499012</id><published>2008-12-09T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:56:39.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>") OMG.. lier.</title><content type='html'>hey, you know when i said that yesterday i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; able to order my books? well i sorta did.&lt;br /&gt;and, i think i made three of the same order [like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;] so, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gotta call those people to repeat the order and stuff like that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have the receipt, the computer got stuck before i could print it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GARRRR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;huh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; scare you eh? i can never scare anyone saying "boo" damn. i suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. So anyway, my mom brought my phone out with her, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been staying at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; "if any of those guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; told them not to, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; GONNA KILL EM." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. None of them did, bet they were scared of my mom too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;omgomg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SHHHH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell em i said that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pffft&lt;/span&gt;, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even visit my blog anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; watching Barney. Yeah, get jealous. The purple freak says he loves me. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;BUH&lt;/span&gt;-BYE!&lt;br /&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not even smiling! Crazy smiley face is lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-300956633992499012?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/300956633992499012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=300956633992499012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/300956633992499012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/300956633992499012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-lier.html' title='&quot;) OMG.. lier.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8289673687311588769</id><published>2008-12-08T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:38:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no no NO!</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to order my school books by today, but guess what? User-name &amp;amp; password have both been forgot. What effin shit!??!?! so, cant order the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One piece of advise-&lt;br /&gt;do not look angry after you were angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! not making any sense i suppose. i dont care. just crapping around anyway. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8289673687311588769?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8289673687311588769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8289673687311588769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8289673687311588769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8289673687311588769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-no-no.html' title='no no NO!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1050284253037186179</id><published>2008-12-06T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:21:41.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..and you are?</title><content type='html'>yesterday sucked. i felt dizzy during training. on the way home, i almost puked on the bus from the lack of oxygen intake. Sat on one of them chairs in the bus stop for longer than half an hour to try not to puke while walking. When i got home, cried for a bit and died on my bed. HA! how about that for a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. and im totally happy right now for some morbid reason. MUAHAHAHAHA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, and some one smsd me too, saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"you're daughter is corrupting my son". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo random. i asked who it was, and she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Stevens mother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"im just in high school. And i dont know anyone by the name of steve. Wrong number" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt reply after that. crazy woman. Who says that through sms? i'd rather call the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO-d through out the whole conversation. ahahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats it. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1050284253037186179?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1050284253037186179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1050284253037186179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1050284253037186179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1050284253037186179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-you-are.html' title='..and you are?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4813254589333331310</id><published>2008-12-04T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:40:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no effin way</title><content type='html'>This is just so messed up!&lt;br /&gt;THIS RIGHT HERE IS MESSED UP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are legally allowed to divorce their partner via sms. All they have to do is send an sms saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; i divorce you&lt;br /&gt; i divorce you&lt;br /&gt; i divorce you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, what is up with that? this is only allowed in one country. Thank goodness(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight' this is just a random thing, but my toe is currently bloody and ugly. dont ask what happend. brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;its my world.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;br /&gt;only my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4813254589333331310?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4813254589333331310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4813254589333331310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4813254589333331310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4813254589333331310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-effin-way.html' title='no effin way'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-341922557216248760</id><published>2008-12-02T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:34:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrr</title><content type='html'>i feel so distant right now. its like, my fingers are typing and i feel like im dreaming or something. haha! im weird. yeah. dont i know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping over at my cousins place for i dont know how many days. What sucks is that i still have to attend netball and its all the way in Hougang. im in mnt batten. Or howerver you spell it. So i like, have to wake up damn early cuz the journey takes a whopping hour and a half. or even more. like, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;heats; best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh. You know something. im beginning to like Britney Spears again. Well, her songs anyway. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i have a cuppy-cake in my hands right now. So, its my cuppy-cake. if you ever try to eat my cuppy-cake, ill kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! someone. please. stop this randomination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pfft. like, the only person who can do that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops. I've been like, not continuing this post, cuz i've been fairing. Dont you know how addictive flair-ing can be? like supper!! If not, i would have finished this post 3hrs ago. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-341922557216248760?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/341922557216248760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=341922557216248760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/341922557216248760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/341922557216248760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/12/grrrr.html' title='grrrr'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1208147717730891453</id><published>2008-11-27T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:31:59.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! wait, no, Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>Silence is way too greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life update starting now.&lt;br /&gt;i have started to eat mentos while i sit here and type.&lt;br /&gt;Life update ends...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1208147717730891453?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1208147717730891453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1208147717730891453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1208147717730891453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1208147717730891453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-wait-no-goodbye.html' title='hello! wait, no, Goodbye!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6786711223376477016</id><published>2008-11-18T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:34:56.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom kills</title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stacey has still not accepted the present. sad right? ill make her though. i hope i can. Its her birthday present anyway.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..nothing. Nothing at all. I WILL make her accept the present, cuz if she wont, then that would mean she'd turn down MY present too?? NO!!!!!! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing more. training's tough, for me. I cant run anymore!! damn. Im the slowest? aww.. like come on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buh-bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont tell me you're talking about ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6786711223376477016?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6786711223376477016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6786711223376477016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6786711223376477016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6786711223376477016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom-kills.html' title='boredom kills'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7165965752645280219</id><published>2008-11-16T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:19:56.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What present?</title><content type='html'>this whole post will be dedicated to &lt;s&gt;Stacey&lt;/s&gt; SPACEY- dude, i have so NOT forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Lil'Miss Spacey, JUST ACCEPT THE FRIGGIN PRESENT. i dont need to tell you who's it from, i dont need to tell you what the present is, but come on, if you wont accept it, wont it be like, totally disprespecting MCRs lead singer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my "letter" ends here. :) Im gonna need to really talk to you Stacey. *ahem* Spacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHGHGHGHGHGHHG! im bored! i wanna go out and do stuff, but im outta cash. damnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, whatvever. Wheres Geraldine anyway? i dont hear from her anymore. Neither does she reply sms. can anyone tell me where she is??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7165965752645280219?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7165965752645280219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7165965752645280219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7165965752645280219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7165965752645280219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-present.html' title='What present?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4074083070299080869</id><published>2008-11-14T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T12:15:10.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminine pain</title><content type='html'>ohhh my G.... I'm having these major cramps right now. I don't even know how i can still manage to sit in front of this computer. ARGHH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna go for netball today. Usually, after the major cramp, comes those spasms of pain. ah, i don't even know how to explain it ya know. I'm just afraid that during netball.. well, lets just say the pain'll kill me, seriously.  I have to sit out and stuff. I could even cry. So to save myself from the embarrassment and the PAINN, i'll just have to skip netball. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a female, you should know what I'm going through. I should really go lie down or something. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i saw this advertisment on OKto, about the WinxClub movie? Gah, who would watch that? like, come on man. It looks boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random much. okay, thats it, i can;t handle it anymore. I'm gonna take some pain killers and sleep. ARGH! damn it, i wanna go for netball today. Stupid cramps. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4074083070299080869?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4074083070299080869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4074083070299080869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4074083070299080869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4074083070299080869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/femanine-pain.html' title='Feminine pain'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1510582890039901680</id><published>2008-11-13T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:53:13.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops</title><content type='html'>i keep changing my url. sorry. hehe. i just could not handle my birthday being my url yeahh?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now i'm dead bored. hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do. Blogging everyday is difficult. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. Short post for today then. bleahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1510582890039901680?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1510582890039901680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1510582890039901680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1510582890039901680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1510582890039901680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3642535242425542292</id><published>2008-11-12T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:00:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woah.</title><content type='html'>okay, i uploaded the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, and end up hearing Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade. Whats weirder is.. That sometimes, its Iris other times its Fall for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG!! you're not supposed to have a mind of your own!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; LOL. just needed to say stuff is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLOG! Im warning you. could you become, once again, something that I control??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;omg, im scared of my blog.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3642535242425542292?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3642535242425542292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3642535242425542292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3642535242425542292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3642535242425542292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/woah.html' title='woah.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5121490742649071956</id><published>2008-11-12T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:51:56.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or alive?</title><content type='html'>Ahem Ahem. Just to correct the other pos,t by a bit, Dom is not yet as buff. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;Had netball training today. Wasn't supposed to attend cuz i had the flue and all, but i sorta missed running. HA! I MISSED RUNNING! i surprise myself at times. I think i ran well today, but i was still last. Im &lt;u&gt;improving&lt;/u&gt; though. i only walked the whole way for only one round. YAY ME! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was and still is burning. I swear the damn sun wants to darken me up 'til im BLACK. Argh! So in the result of the heat and light(?) I have darkened by a bit, and also, i now have a splitting head-ache. Damn you sun! damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, you know, i really wonder when my body will start to ache. im really surprised, im running, throwing balls (DONT BE SO HORNY) around, and still after every training, i feel fine. No mucle aches or whatever. I WANT THE PAIN TO COME!! Im not gaining anything! &lt;code&gt; no pain no gain&lt;/code&gt; right? sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went straight home after training, gotta babysit my sibs. i dont mind. It beats being under the sun. (damn you sun) So right now though, im here, all alone in the house. waiting for my sibs to return from school. You know, the feeling of solitude kinda rox. Always being surrounded by noisy kids, well, i need some me time. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookay, Theres training on friday. 2:30-5:00, yup. Mr. Sun, sir? could you not be present on that day? please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope the sun hears my pleas! xD&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go buy lunch soon. AHHH!! STARVINGG!! oh, and The Choir people have gone off to Korea already. I wish them the best of luck. ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss AdeleAQQ and Jan already. BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and take this in mind, hot and cold DO NOT GO WELL TOGETHER. I wanna puke. uhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. till the next post.. yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH-BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i have lost some links, due to.. bleahs.&lt;br /&gt; I just lost some links okay? So if you aint linked yet, tell me. okay? THANK YOU! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5121490742649071956?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5121490742649071956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5121490742649071956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5121490742649071956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5121490742649071956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or alive?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5912097547663752036</id><published>2008-11-10T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:11:09.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far no good</title><content type='html'>so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i baked cookies this morning. tasted awesome. Though i nearly killed the damned machines that i had to work with. Damn thing got stuck half way through the greasy butter process. Like damn. okay, damn..my new favourite word? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i hate about the cookies though is that, there are bitter-sweet chocolates in em. I know that that kinda chocolate is HEALTHY for me, but hey, arnt the UNHEALTHY stuff the most delicious food? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, talking to Dominique right now. We're both talking bout Zac Efron. And i can hardly believe that i have fallen for him. Yeah, this girl who swore to never even like Zac has FALLEN for him. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;We're talking about his buff/hot-ness. heehee. So, ill just have to wait and see till sec4 eh Dom? Will you be BUFFER than Zac by then? But i think you already are. Damn your buff-ness. gahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoSoSOSO.. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;hay wait, theres nothing else to say. wait, one more thing, Glass cuts soooo good! LOL random, maybe disturbing too. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll sms some people. considering the fact that my sms has totally been equaled to KABOOM! LOLs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam. Daddy tellin me to SHOO. gahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time then eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUH BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5912097547663752036?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5912097547663752036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5912097547663752036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5912097547663752036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5912097547663752036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-far-no-good.html' title='So far no good'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6622367694308827679</id><published>2008-11-09T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:48:23.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>304 SQUIDWARD!!</title><content type='html'>Hey yo! Nothing much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM 13 AND ALREADY IM SICK OF LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah. so, i skipped the Sentosa trip with Manda and Geh, cuz i was broke. Cash-less.  Nada. So, attended cat. class instead. It was alright. Charmaine and i were like the first girls from our class to arrive (joined classes),  and we slacked. Yeahh.. most of the guys were already there. Arthur looked real nervous. He had to perform. Sing. yeahhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhh.. later the girls came one by one. Watched the movie- Freedom Writers. Awesome movie. GAHHH!!.. all i know was, we watched the movie. Ate chips that Charmaine and Sammy bought and the dip Arthur made. After the movie, we had the concert. For the people who were leaving next year. sad. JUSTINA!! IM GONNA MISS YOU SOOOOO MUCH!! BOOOOOO! YSA TOOO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arthur sang with Ryan. Ryan guitar guy. It was cool, though Arthur was nervous. its was still cool. They sang - Guardian Angel and You and Me. HEHE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chyeah. That was like it. i chat (chatted?) with Dom, like 12am+ hehe. He asked so many questions. Damn You. was my last sms. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im rushing through this so.. there might be a whole lot of mistakes. IM TOO DAMN LAZY AND lazy TO DO ANYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buh-bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6622367694308827679?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6622367694308827679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6622367694308827679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6622367694308827679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6622367694308827679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/11/304-squidward.html' title='304 SQUIDWARD!!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5115739333407330013</id><published>2008-10-30T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:06:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>Yup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, miracle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. but i guess my blogs still dead since no ones coming here anymore. i feel so sad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HA HA&lt;/span&gt;! my fault anyway. i have not been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt; in my posting. Damn me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; here. Its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; post anyway. I've got nothing to say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Haiz&lt;/span&gt;. Blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt; is too difficult for a lazy ass like moi. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Chyeah&lt;/span&gt;. so what you see is what you get. Nothing more and nothing less. Yups. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; i got, maybe ill just tell you what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;delivery&lt;/span&gt; of the books &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; use next year.&lt;br /&gt;And i just cant wait to get back to school. I miss the school days already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Uhh&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; heard, an Isabelle(?)  i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to spell her name. I just know she's an Isabelle. So anyway, i hear she's been promoted to the Express Stream. so from 1Faith people are saying she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; promoted to 2Char! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; like, my class!! No way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry to say, i like being the only Isabelle. So...........please tell me she's not coming to my class!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being nasty! oh well, its not like people visit my blog anymore. so whats the harm in writing this? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;Till the next post then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5115739333407330013?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5115739333407330013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5115739333407330013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5115739333407330013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5115739333407330013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2937437223743691179</id><published>2008-10-28T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:59:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another October post??!!</title><content type='html'>okay, wazzup??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is no longer down!! its FINALLY WORKING!!! YES!!&lt;br /&gt;uh huh uh huh. Come on people! celebrate with me!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, lemme stop the retarded-ness.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, except that the holidays have begun. Its a sad thing though, that we still have this chinese  newspaper report holiHW to do. It friggin sux. Cuz its like 70% of our CA1, and whats even more depressing is that i have to do the report on CHINESE newspaper articles. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holis, it would be inevitable that i would become a fat, unhealthy person. So thats where Netball comes in. I need to go for the training sessions once a week for the first 3 weeks, then right after that, it becomes 3 sessions each week. So all together there are 20 training sessions. ha! im gonna be so fit!! And so sore. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far. The holidays have been crash and burns for me. Im emo-ing each day. Oh, ill find something to emo about one way or another. Its like i wont be able to live without emo-ing. Yeahh.. a phase in my teenage life. mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im surprised that im blogging today, its not even November yet. Ahh well. Maybe people would be able to read more than one post when November comes around, the time they visit my blog once again. My blog has been declared DEAD ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring boring boring. Im totally pathetic. im sitting here staring at the computer screen. Waiting for something exciting to happen. PATHETIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. If i stay and type some more, i'd probably be sprouting non-sense. Sooo....till the next post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2937437223743691179?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2937437223743691179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2937437223743691179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2937437223743691179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2937437223743691179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-october-post.html' title='Another October post??!!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4831095314416873359</id><published>2008-10-09T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:43:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacause she said so.</title><content type='html'>HOLD UP!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; done yet. Stacey wants me to do this thing so i gotta do it.. well sorta. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just bored outta my mind. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1 where would you go if someone sponsors you an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;airticket&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; travel. but just maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ausi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2 what's your favourite things to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slack. S-L-A-C-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta. by a certain extent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 If you were given a chance to receive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt;, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Underatanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5 Things/People you can't live without?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family. friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#6 What are you afraid to lose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#7 If you win $1 million dollars, what would you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#8 What do you dream of in the future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.. how am i supposed to know. it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; the future yet. its always the present..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#9 List down 3 good points about the person who gave you this survey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me laugh. Why am i stuck??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#10 What makes you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#11 What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those who know they are pretty. and just use their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;apearance&lt;/span&gt; to flirt. and do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#12 If you have a super power what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#13 Would you go for happiness or money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#14 Who do you think are the most important people in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#15 If you had a boyfriend would you die for him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends on the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#16 Who's the last person who hugged you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#17 What is the one thing you want to do badly right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch Ian. GAWD, you owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#18 Who are you close to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. how do you know when your close to someone?&lt;br /&gt;Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#19 Are you courageous enough to the person you like her/him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh. But some times it just hurts to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#20 If you could do one thing over again what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that scare you:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Death&lt;br /&gt;-The future&lt;br /&gt;-nightmares&lt;br /&gt;-Insects&lt;br /&gt;-total darkness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that you like the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My hand phone&lt;br /&gt;-Food&lt;br /&gt;-My bed&lt;br /&gt;-Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Material items &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;arnt&lt;/span&gt; that important. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 important things in my room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my bed.&lt;br /&gt;-the items of my past.&lt;br /&gt;nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really thinking. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 random facts about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; complicated&lt;br /&gt;-I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; doing half the time&lt;br /&gt;-i cant handle my emotions&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;eaily&lt;/span&gt; influenced&lt;br /&gt;-i can fight back&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking real hard to answer these questions&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a time bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things i plan to do before i die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bungee-jump&lt;br /&gt;-go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;-be fit&lt;br /&gt;-defy gravity&lt;br /&gt;-see a pool of blood&lt;br /&gt;-use u gun&lt;br /&gt;-get into a physical fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things i can't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grow wings&lt;br /&gt;-get super powers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things you are attracted in the opposite sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They can make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;- Their ever lasting childish-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things i always say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what the hell&lt;br /&gt;-like, duh&lt;br /&gt;-i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shut up&lt;br /&gt;-no&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people to do this questionnaire (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; or just taking each question seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; emotionally distraught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bon voyage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4831095314416873359?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4831095314416873359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4831095314416873359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4831095314416873359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4831095314416873359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/beacause-she-said-so.html' title='Beacause she said so.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1835993824949562375</id><published>2008-10-09T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:35:28.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeahh, DEAD</title><content type='html'>Okay, sup people. Mh hm.. time to update the blog eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. so the exams. yeahh.. thats the main topic this month. i can tell. with the psle and EOYs.. so my exams are OVER!! like, TG!! I hate exams. i seriously think i flunked. Cuz during most of the exams, i didnt read the instructions properly and the questions too. so i think i left out a lo of questions. So i lost marks there. Sux doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i day dreamed too.. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ITS FINALLY OVER!! Yesterday sucked. Since today was art, i was like rushing my art preperatory work to the last minute. And i was dirty. i didnt take a shower until mindnight. yes people. midnight. think about that. i slept near one in the morning. And, btw, my art work sux. SERIOUSLY. no time for the creativity to flow in ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, over art, a friend and i fought. Like, whatever, not my problem. And he started it........ :P &lt; damn that looks happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!! ITS THE TIME FOR TOTAL SLACK-NESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. nothing has been going on.. since the last update. but i should tell you, boys can be darn HORNY. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i think ill  be going to Normal stream next year. sad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, im in Adele's house right now. ") I think its become my second home or something. im like here almost everyday during the weekdays??? teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here. tw, i dont have school tomorrow. Its marking day for HIHS. WAHOOOTS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS PARTY, PEOPLE!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next month i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage! ")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1835993824949562375?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1835993824949562375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1835993824949562375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1835993824949562375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1835993824949562375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeahh-dead.html' title='Yeahh, DEAD'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7249153254041051511</id><published>2008-08-30T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:40:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELIENT K ROXX~</title><content type='html'>Hey ya! Okay this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; becoming a once-a-month-update-blog thing. damn. I thought i would be able to keep this up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! seems like i cant. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;. At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; posting something today. Which is like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;miracle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i was planning to slack through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eye is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;swollen&lt;/span&gt;. i think some kind of bug bit it or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; its like, HUGE. It looks like i`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; just cried. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Life updates.&lt;br /&gt;I got my results back. And im &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;effin&lt;/span&gt; hatin it. all As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bs&lt;/span&gt; Cs. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;deproved&lt;/span&gt; in all my subjects. the only improvement i made was in lit. that just totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SUX&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta do better in the Final Examination. SA2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt;.. depending on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;XCountry&lt;/span&gt;. i had to do the treasure hunt. So i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; run one WHOLE round around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt; Park. Around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; meaning around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; you had to run the perimeter of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt; park. Which only happens to be 2.6km or so, despite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Punggol&lt;/span&gt; Park being quite large in its area. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasure hunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; go quite well. people were asking me to 'RUN RUN RUN!'. When i was damn sure i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt;. My cramps just happened to haunt me on that day. Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;feminine attatchment. Well i coulnt take the pain no more, so i broke down and cried. Yes people, i cried. It effin HURT. So Gabrielle Tan was like running after Mrs Tay but only managed to get Mrs Chin. Like whatever. i just needed a teacher there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i give my thanks to Gabrielle for running a certain distace for me. And for my groups support. haha! its like im recieving an award or somthing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group continued without me while i spent time with MrsChin. She was trying to make small talk, but i wasnt the kind who would respond. So the talk went no where. Then it bagan to drizzl.&lt;br /&gt; Mrs Chin got her umbrella out and started walking to the shaded place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group got to me later and since i was feelin a lil` but better, i finished the treasure hunt with them. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;We finished 6th in the whole lvl. But we didnt seem to care. what really mattered was that we fnished together, right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we watched the mini concert. it was quite boring since some of us already watched the performances the day before. But the beat boxing was still awsome. GO CHIT MIN AND FRIEND!!! There was one more guy who was supposed to beatbox but didnt, i have no idea why. I WANTED HIM TO BEATBOX!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admire him. i dont like him.&lt;br /&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and i then planned to go to AMK hub to watch a movie. So from the park we took bus 74. Everyone else had plans to go back to their primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when we got on the bus, we sat on the top deck and on the chairs furthest behind.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt talk much. Just took out our phones and ipods and listened to music to make use of our time. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus soon started to fill. Then we were accompannied but two indian guys, both in their secondary years. i think. One of them even had tattoos. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was two of them. I moved to the seat on my right so that Stacey wouldnt be sitting directly next to them. The guy nearest Stacey was like waving his hands at me and Stacey was like nudging me to notice him even though i really didnt wanna. damn. so i had to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me all kinds of questions, i answered him briefly, not planning to get a converstaion going. Then the guy beside him was like whispering 'number number' Freak him lah. I wasnt interested in either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the guy asked for my number, i didnt give it to him. He kept trying. So later, Stacey and i were like, we have to get off now. Even though we didnt have to. They were just annoying. They said "goodbye! take care!"   PUHHH-LEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but im kinda of a racist. Blame my Class for making me one. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got off, we took bus 73 all the way to amk hub.&lt;br /&gt;Got the movie tickets to 'Meet Dave' and walked around to waste the 1h on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we smuggled chips, sushi and Stacey smuggled a 1l bottle of green tea. like wtf. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was enjoyed. We had to finish like the whole thing before we could move out of our seats cuz the seats on either side of us were still ocuppied with boys. we didnt wanna disturb them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and i both took the mrt home. And thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So todays the last day of cat. kinda sad though. but whatever. more free time on my hands!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long post. hope your happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVERELIENTK!!! XOXOXOOXOOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7249153254041051511?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7249153254041051511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7249153254041051511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7249153254041051511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7249153254041051511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/08/relient-k-roxx.html' title='RELIENT K ROXX~'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4708931981453347669</id><published>2008-07-25T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T17:29:24.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahblah</title><content type='html'>omg. one of my friends have been transfered to another country and i didnt even get to know about it until like, 3min ago! gawwd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. School happened today. we ended like, 12pm? The guys, near the end of the day, kept shooting papers and bottle caps to cerntain people. Anson hit me on the head, with something. But, ouch. yeahh, ouch. when we got released..blahblah.. nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was so damned windy. sooo cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, Crystal, Stacey, Adele and i abandoned our bags near the CO room then made our way to the canteen. We skipped most of the way there. haha! though its hard to skip when lauging. dunno why skipping makes me laugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there and waited till 1230. Deciding where we should eat. In the end, the rest of us ate in school. Crystal went to Hougang Mall to eat. tsktsk waste money. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinHan and Gabriel TAY joined us. Making us laugh and stuff, with Gabriel overreacting over everything and Minhan, well..he was funny, doing..something. We listened to the "songs" from Gabriels phone. FUNNY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we too went to hougang mall after eating. I wanted to try skipping all the way there, but Stacey, Del, And Nic didnt wanna.. Then suddenly MinHan and Gabriel were running past us, so we all ran too. Gawd i was sprinting! Crossed the road just in time too. XD Had stomach aches after stopping. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MinHan and gabriel just bought BubbleTea then went back to school. We on the other hand walked around the mall. for about 15min? haizz.. I bought the so called "sex" bands and wore them.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some sweets from Minitoons too. then went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched CheeHao run and do stuff. we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Tried and failed to call C`reena EXTRA. Staceys Idea. not mine. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. went to space later. After meeting CrystalAng, Played "guiguitiao" or something like that. My hand pain sia! XD&lt;br /&gt;Then palyed heart attack. laughed somemore. didnt want to get hit yaknow. people were staring but i guess we hardly noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. since Nicole, Adele, Crystal &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Stacey had cca, and i didnt, they went to the respective cca spots and i went home. yeahhhhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like thats what happened. after school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. TODAYS WAS SCIENCE DAY. THE SLIDES THAT THE TEACHERS MADE WAS LAME.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SCARED ANBA WOULD CATCH ME, was wearing pe uni. no pe today. HAD TO DO STATIONS FOR THE SCIENCE DAY THING. WAS BORING. IN THE CLASSROOM DURING RECESS, ANSONS FOOD WAS TEMPTING ME. AND DOMIQUES DRINK TOO. DAMN. BUT DIDNT BUY ANYTHING FOR RECESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. they summary(?) i think. for what happened during school hours. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna know more. i think you should go to Nicoles blog. its much better. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioz Amigoz&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4708931981453347669?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4708931981453347669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4708931981453347669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4708931981453347669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4708931981453347669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/blahblah.html' title='blahblah'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3157433684979466780</id><published>2008-07-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:01:43.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pissing ending.</title><content type='html'>new post! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. nothing much today. Had the racial harmony celebration. But then, it wasnt that enjoyable. the MCs were acting cool. and they were so "enthu". huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out something very surprising today. like OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, ditched school mates and went to a wake with Vernice. A wake of one of our Cat. teachers Grandad. so sad. we met at macs then headed to the wake after eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob was there to greet us. if felt kinda wawkward if i may say so. but it was great in the end? Jakes friends were..appealing? haha! but theyr all 19yrs old. like damn. haha! they were all gangster-ish. cool. XD&lt;br /&gt;they were funny too. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun was there too. Gar. annoying person. gar. but mostly annoyed Vernice. haha! they looked like a bickering couple. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. sorry i had to cut this short. Idiotic brother.&lt;br /&gt;He had to annoy me until.... F****************************************************CK&lt;br /&gt;now MOMs giving me lesser time. damn. sometimes, seriously, i wish i was the only child and both my parents were working. gawd!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMME ALONE TIME AT HOME... PLEASE!! CANT I JUST SCREAM IN PRIVATE??????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what? id rather live in school. i say that to myself everytime i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ID RATHER LIVE IN SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;PISSED OFF!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3157433684979466780?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3157433684979466780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3157433684979466780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3157433684979466780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3157433684979466780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/pissing-ending.html' title='the pissing ending.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4713915254613440803</id><published>2008-07-05T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:08:26.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END BEGIN</title><content type='html'>okayokay. Whoopsy. i`ve like..havnt posted anything for one whole month. Now i really think that ya`ll think ive killed the blog.. but really..im just lazy. Haha! and to think ive used the comp. every day during the holidays. Yeahhs..i did nothing but use the com during the month that i was supposed to have the time of my life, well sort of anyway,. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrs.. Well i aint gonna just dwell on the past. Thats too yesterdays-news kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday(haha) i went out with Crystal, Alex &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Edison to watch a movie. I sort of lied to my `rents about the whole arrangement. Teehee. Cheeky me. Well, i didnt really know these guys, i was like forced to go on this "outing" by a certain someone. But i was glad(?) that i did it. cuz i got to watch HANCOCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! awesome movie. So Crystal doesnt wanna go out with the ACS guys anymore.. i think.. cuz she said she aint that comfortable with the whole thing. But i was glad i could spend time with Crystal, since she`s always with Nicole, i havnt really had a proper conv. with her until yesterday. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the guys were fine, they treated us to the movie, even offered to pay for the popcorn and stuff.. awwww.. sweet. lols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. after the movie, Awesome twist btw, the guys went their separate ways.. they must have heard us talkin cuz Alex was  like "ya`ll have to go now right?" Yarrr.. so that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was like a meet-&amp;amp;&amp;amp;-greet thing. cuz we had no idea how they looked like, so we were, trying to figure out who they were.. we were real nervous. But in the end they looked fine. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrs..thats it. umm.. Byebye? ill post again.. no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a Holi on Monday for all sec schools cuzza YOUTH DAY! We can no longer celebrate childrens day, now can we. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New beginning&lt;br /&gt;New ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios  Amigos&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4713915254613440803?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4713915254613440803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4713915254613440803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4713915254613440803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4713915254613440803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-begin.html' title='END BEGIN'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7406489450485961804</id><published>2008-05-23T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:34:18.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quized Graded</title><content type='html'>Faith told me to do this quizz soo yeahh.. quizz time.. AND!! I GOT 3RD IN CLASS!! AND 31ST IN THE WHOLE LEVEL!! IM SOOO FRIGGIN HAPPY MANNNS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now. Don't read the questions until you've named the 20 people. At the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. STACEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. YSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3.GERALDINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. JUSTINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. CLARISSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;6. FAITH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. ADELE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;8.ISSAC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;9. DOMINIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;10. KOHQING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;11. LINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;12. NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;13. STEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;14. ARTHUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;15. SHAUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;16. JUSTINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;17. ANSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;18. WEANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;19. JWALAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;20. ZHENWEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How did you mean #14 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ARTHUR. uhhs.. cat classes.. yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What would you do if you didn't meet #1 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;STACEY. i wouldnt be laughin like hell all the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What if #9 and #20 dated ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DOMINIQUE &amp;amp; ZHENWEN. both are guys.. guys dont date... unless they are..____ but theyr NOTTT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would #6 and #17 date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FAITH &amp;amp; ANSON. they dont know each other at all.. but they might be a good match for each other.. both are very.. out-spoken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Describe #3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GERALDINE. She`s very how do you sayy.. mature and yet childish at the same time? haha! Thats the way everyone likes her.. but she`s tooo emo for her own good at times. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is #8 attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ISAAC. Like i told him.. he`s average. Attractive in his own way.. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Describe #7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ADELE. A bundle of lovable JOYY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Know any of #12 family members?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NICOLE. Maybe her sister.. yeahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What would you do if #18 confesses to you that he likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WEANE. Omg. if that ever happened.. imma scream. And laugh. Then say he`s joking. HAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What language does #15 speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SHAUN. english and chinese. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who is #9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DOMINIQUE Naww.. he still aint goin out with anyone.. at the moment. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How old is #16 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JUSTINE. 12? 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When is the last time you spoke to #13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;STEF. Last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who is #2 favourite band/singer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YSA. I have no idea.. She likes.. ahhhs.. dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would you ever date #4 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JUSTINE. We on good terms? then yeahh.. Anytime anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would you ever date #1 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;STACEY. Chyeahh.. She makes me laugh. i wouldnt mind going out with her. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Is #19 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;JWALAN. like yeahh.. HE`S MINE!!! jkinnng!! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with #11 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;LINA. Nopes.. We not lezs. We jsut friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;School of #3 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HIHS. Same as me!! THANK GODD!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where does #6 live ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FAITH. Bishan. i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's your favourite thing about #5 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CLARISSA Her crazy ideas. TOTALLY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Have you seen #2 naked ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;YSA yes, when we were kids, taking a bath in the same cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay, here are FIVE unlucky people I've chosen to do this survey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;1.GERALDINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;2. NICOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;3. LINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;4. JAIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;5. PRISCHELLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;wells.. today.. met Mr Isaac in KFC. Yesterday, we saw him in KPT. haha! i was being very anti-social so i didnt look at him. Then Stacey &amp;amp; Geraldine kept waving at him.. surprisingly he waved back at them. chyeahh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE MY GRADES LIKE HECK!!! I DIDNT GET ONE FRIGGIN C D E OR F!!!! LOVE ME MAN!! I LOVE ME!! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ive gone crazy. can you tell? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I LOVE ZAQUEZAQUE!!! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO HE ISS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Still crazy. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7406489450485961804?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7406489450485961804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7406489450485961804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7406489450485961804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7406489450485961804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/quized-graded.html' title='Quized Graded'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8473387089109843473</id><published>2008-05-19T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T12:43:11.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday?</title><content type='html'>Ya know.. ya`ll are very stuborn. chyeahh.. haha! cuz its like i stated in my blog that i wanted everyone to just forget that i had a birthday.. and everyones still wishing me a happy birthday. haha!! wells.. i don think i really mind now.. but still.. yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone.. todays my birthday. yes. it really is. hmms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then in the morning i got an unexpected birthday greeting sms from Weane and Arthur. Haha! Weanes one was like so damn funny.. And it was the longest sms i recieved today. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele and Crystal.A called me up today too. It was like so sweet? haha! Funny too. Adele was like being crystal and Crystal was being.. well Adele. HAHA!! Sweeet &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Funny. niahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh.. my birthday. teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma go now.. dunno what else to do. Im totally stoned at the moment. cant sms or call people using my phone cuz theres like, no credit.. and there are like a ton of sms i would wanna reply right now.. and the loss of credits cuz off my conversation with Crystal &amp;amp; Adele. Damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umms.. okay then.. i think ill go.. but for now.. i wanna reaply Geraldine. (yoiu could stop reading here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Geraldine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I do not, repeat NOT, cry seductively.. i cry like shit. hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;But what ya`ll did was seriously touching.. I didnt mind that ya`ll sang out of tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;And i like what you did.. pls dont smack my boobs. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I LOVED THE CAKE okay? haha! i love ya`ll for trying to set up the surprise party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Dont do it again please? I dont like being so emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;3isabelle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ciao XOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8473387089109843473?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8473387089109843473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8473387089109843473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8473387089109843473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8473387089109843473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday?'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5944510101465877326</id><published>2008-05-18T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:46:52.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>OMG! i`ve finally posted something after all this time!! wooots!! i feel so high man!! hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I cried. On friday.. Cuz i was like, so angry at all  my friends and in the end it turned out that they were trying to setup this surprise party thing for me.. So i cried!! I was soo angry at them that in the end i cried. It was soo embarrassing man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought me cake, a rose and presents.. awww man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the week and started.. yesterday, i went out with Vernice Justina Shaun Arthur &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Stef.. We watched What Happens in Vegas. MY GAWD.. so damn funny.. Exp the last part.. "You know why..." ahahahahahahaha!! I went phsyco!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this part of the night, after the movie.. i kept comparing who got the muscles.. so i kept squioshing both their armms.. wow. Arthurs arms are soo.. like.. buff. hahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.. i wanna go out with them again... another Movie perhaps? AHHHHHHHH!!! Imma miss them.. cuz i dont think id be able to see them since Cat. has ended . Will resume on the 18th of June? awwww man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. i watched another movie. awesome.. Iron Man. Wows. but i prefer WHIN much better. X[) I watched the movie with the cousins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the grades.. id be getting my report book on Fridayy.. and umms.. i dont think id like my grades.. i think it totally sux. Really not Top 10 material to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as i know.. my grades are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography- A1&lt;br /&gt;English- A1&lt;br /&gt;Art- A1&lt;br /&gt;Math- A2&lt;br /&gt;Lit. - B3&lt;br /&gt;Science- B4&lt;br /&gt;Chinese- C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chinese thing is all wrong.. just because i shaded the OAS wrongly.. then I got everything wrong.. i was suppsed to get a B3. Damn it!!! akjdsfkdhsfkgdkoiy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhs.. i know it aint alot.. it was supposed to be a long post so as to, ya know, make up for all the missing ones.. but yeahh.. this is all i`ve got right now.. so bare with it people.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make sure to post another post realll soon. i hope so that is :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5944510101465877326?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5944510101465877326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5944510101465877326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5944510101465877326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5944510101465877326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2891445120349928130</id><published>2008-05-02T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T14:02:40.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hold upp</title><content type='html'>hey oh!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; oh so better right now!! thanks to some people in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flunkd&lt;/span&gt; GEOG. like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it i was like.. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;diffucult&lt;/span&gt;. damn. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna fail geog. they say if you fail geog you have to go to normal. is that true??!!!??!!?!??!?! i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna go to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence to those who are in NA. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; used to being an express person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today Crystal, Geraldine, Stacey &amp;amp; i bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;weane&lt;/span&gt; a present. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Stacey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; willing.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;.. not willing.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Anw&lt;/span&gt;, we got him something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;awesom&lt;/span&gt;? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know.. Jasper was supposed to chip in, but he went straight home after the geog paper.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; wait for us.. now he just has to pay us the money he promised to chip in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Didnt&lt;/span&gt; do much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;HOUGANG&lt;/span&gt; MALL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;exept&lt;/span&gt; for the present thing.. did a whole lot of shouting too.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Weane&lt;/span&gt; was.. then we found out he went to a friends place.. so Geraldine &amp;amp; i kept shouting at Shaun and Shawn and  Jerome and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;JingWei&lt;/span&gt;.. asking if they were going to the friends house.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But none of them were.. so the present was handed over to Geraldine so she could pass it to him. Turned out he was at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hougang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; station. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey and i soon walked off.. to the bus stop. Her bus came first as always.. but we waited together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; at home doing thins.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Anws&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2891445120349928130?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2891445120349928130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2891445120349928130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2891445120349928130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2891445120349928130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/hold-upp.html' title='hold upp'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6007519218411407852</id><published>2008-05-01T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:38:33.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not this.</title><content type='html'>Im sorry this had to be on the same day as Justines Brithday greeting post.. but i cant handle myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried. yeahh i cried. I have no idea why. The tears just welled in my eyes and they just flowed. i stayed in the toilet and just cried pointlessly. I dont know for how long.. but my eyes now hurt.&lt;br /&gt;My parents asked me why my eyes were red and puffy.. i just said i cried. They asked and asked and they got angry. LIKE WHY THE HELL WOULD PEOPLE GET ANGRY AT SOME ONE&lt;br /&gt;WHO JUST CRIED??!! I just didnt wanna say "i cried for no reason." what good would that do? theyd just say "You cant just cry for no reason." and start getting angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are they even still letting me use the computer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its true, i cant cry for no reason. there has to be a reason. And its not because of the pain. Iv gotten used to that a long time ago. there must be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every little thing.. i feel like shouting and screaming and crying. CRYING. why crying. I seem to handle my emotions well in school but once i get home, i bring hell. I start getting moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start doing things i shouldnt be doing. Im starting to do it all over again. I promised myself i wouldnt, but im hurting myself again. &lt;i&gt;WHY THE HELL AM I STILL CRYING??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things i keep inside me in school has become a bomb that explodes at home. And recently, the things that have been added to the bomb has made the explosion bigger and harder to handle. Thats why i dont &lt;br /&gt;like going home early. Stacey should know. i told her. but she doesnt know much. I hardly open&lt;br /&gt;up to anyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting all confused. Whats happening to me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my stupid tears wont stay inside me. I just wish theyd stop.. I WANT THEM TO&lt;br /&gt;STOP!! If i get to school with red stupid idiotic eyes.. im gonna suffer hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone`s actually read this, please PLEASE dont ask me anything tomorrow. dont bother&lt;br /&gt;me about anything tomorrow. you`r just gonna create a massive explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. But just let me feel bleak for just one day. i dont wanna get all moody and out of hand&lt;br /&gt;when i get home tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, i think i did the compo on my self. heh. No wonder when i read my compo over and over again, it felt so familiar. Its just that the bully is not in school. The bully`s in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. maybe forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6007519218411407852?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6007519218411407852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6007519218411407852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6007519218411407852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6007519218411407852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-this.html' title='Not this.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-5021624674489461479</id><published>2008-05-01T16:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:21:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyJUSTINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;APPY BIRTHDAY JUSTINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worlds turnin brighter just for you. haha! ;]]&lt;br /&gt; yupps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to JUSTINE&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhs!! And then next is weane.. teehee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next birthday comin very very soon. OH MAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-5021624674489461479?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/5021624674489461479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=5021624674489461479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5021624674489461479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/5021624674489461479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/05/heyjustine.html' title='heyJUSTINE'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6877658808054627644</id><published>2008-04-30T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:23:57.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops! AppyBirthday!</title><content type='html'>Heyheyhey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its me again.. like who else could it be?? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;anywayss.. iv been missin out Birthdays.. AGAIN!! geez STM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays Sherbys Birthday.. i know she doesnt read my blog.. dunno why.. ahh.. gonna FORCE her to read.. teehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERLBY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;haha! other birhdays are coming up soon. mostly in MAY! alot Birthday celebrants to grreet! teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. thats mostly it.. i think imma buy something for someone.. though he kinda annoys me.. but still.. he aint as annoying as before.. should i or should i not buy something for him.. Ill pnder on the matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I just need Cousin to stop botherin me bout GTA.. started with the bugging on Monday.. gotta make him stop. sooner or later. But sooner would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint making any sense.. i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. once again.. Ahppy Birthday to Sherlby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE!! TRY NOT TO GET STRESSED OUT CUZZA MYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. what did i do? Ahh.. Adele and i Laughed again.. but not for 2o min.. more so of 5? i dont know. Stacey wasnt laughing much.. ahh sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele and I can laugh up to 2o min. non stop. YEAH. Didnt know i could laugh so hard. It was sooo painful!! Stacey didnt laugh that much again.. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must make her laugh!! My stomach hurts. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws i think that it.. for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be sure to post tomorrow. Another Special event. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6877658808054627644?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6877658808054627644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6877658808054627644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6877658808054627644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6877658808054627644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/whoops-appybirthday.html' title='Whoops! AppyBirthday!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1479274719561857637</id><published>2008-04-25T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:19:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Itsallinthepast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heyhey&lt;/span&gt;! still no time to blog.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; here right now in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Adeles&lt;/span&gt; house.. playing maple.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting addicted all over again.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ohhss&lt;/span&gt;.. Things are happening and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;understandd&lt;/span&gt;.. HOW CAN ONE SURVEY MAKE EVERYONE THINK THAT WAY???!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gaaarrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and and.. When i was walking back home on Wed.. There were these two guys okay... i just walked passed them.. then suddenly i heard one of them whistle, Followed by a shout  "HOLLY INNOCENTS!!" I was like.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;. there were no Holly People around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;expt&lt;/span&gt;. for me.. so i continued walking.. ignoring them.. I then heard "She`s From Holy high right?" then again "HOLLY INNOCENTS!!" But i ignored them.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;EEEKS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;Then today at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;.. i went with Stacey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;YuHui&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Crystal. one of the guys there was like "Hi" when i walked passed them to wash my hands.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Okayy&lt;/span&gt;... Awkward.. was what i was thinking.. then.. I went back to my seat with my Friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wards my friends stared to tease me about Issac. Damn it. And he was like sitting one table away from ours.. Damn it Damn it! its not like i like the guy.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pfffft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;YuHui&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Crystal washed their hands soon after Stacey counted down "5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. THERE! HE LOOKED AT YOU!!" Damn it. PS again.. DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Geezz&lt;/span&gt;.. so i followed them to to the basin.. had to walk past those guys again.. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they were staring at me.. ........... after we washed..  we had to pass those guys again.. they were like "sorry sorry sorry" FOR WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i found out.. that they sprayed water at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;YuHui&lt;/span&gt;.. thinking she was me.. ???? huh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting back at our table waiting for Stacey to Finish up.. When those guys were packing their stuff to leave.. And when they left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;confinements of KFC.. they were waving at us.. mostly me.. ((????)) through the window.. mouthing the word "sorry" wtfff......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wells.. i think imma continue playing maple now.. STACEY HAS NOT REACHED ADELES HOUSE!! STACEYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Oh And Crystals Box of books tore after Shaun Lee Boon Yao helped her carry it.. so its now inside a red plastic bagg.. i feel sorry for her.. hahahaha!! i did help though.. teehee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wonder how she`ll get home.. OMG! ask CheeHow to help her!! ahahahahahhahahahah!! aww shit.. im being rude..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;CIAO XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Geh.. you better not cry like that again.. you scared me. TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1479274719561857637?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1479274719561857637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1479274719561857637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1479274719561857637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1479274719561857637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/itsallinthepast.html' title='Itsallinthepast'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4102772046353883918</id><published>2008-04-20T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:23:23.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivevbecomesonumb</title><content type='html'>OMG!! have you seen her blog?? have you have you have you?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz if you havnt.. you should go see. its like.. soo awsome. go see. i need you to go see.. CUZ ITS AWSOME!!!! go to &lt;a href="http://i-dont-remember-this-address.com/"&gt;Justines&lt;/a&gt; blog right now. RIGHT NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.. as usual. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i tell you about the train time? or should i just keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Should i tell you about yesterday? or should i just keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Should i tell you how she offended me? or should i just keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Should i just stop tellin you all these things? or should i just continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. whats happnd. AND i know that she`s blocked me. I know she`s ignoring me. i bet she is.. and she was really one of my beloved friends. Though i only really started a friendship with her 2years ago? oh i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT USED TO BE RED. NOW ITS BROKEN AND BLACK. ITS DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. so this is mood swings..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4102772046353883918?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4102772046353883918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4102772046353883918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4102772046353883918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4102772046353883918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/ivevbecomesonumb.html' title='Ivevbecomesonumb'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2848071923873429132</id><published>2008-04-14T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:36:10.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhenILookYouMeInTheEyes</title><content type='html'>Oh hey.. this is becoming.. like a monthly-updated blog aint it? i mean.. Its been days since my last post and.. im just not free anymore.. unlike the days in Primary school. Dont you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post will be all over the place. to inform you early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. anywayzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my Science Theory WB. I thought i left it in the Flexi room near the CO place.. And i panicked like hell.  yeahh.. go ask Stacey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had assigned HW from that book!!!  &amp;amp; Science was second period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. wtf am i gonna do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.. i askd people from other classes to lend me theirs. I was about to ask Lina when i heard her complain that she aint done her homewrk for Sci. And her sci period was the first period. How unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, ChinYang (nother class boy)  lent me his book. Budden SweeHuang Act smart then returned the book to ChinYang. I was Depressed and hating SweeHunag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i planned out this plan. That included Geraldine's book and evasive action. will elaborate no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.. Some where after recess.. this one guy came to my class and returned my Theory book!!! ahhh.. sooo luck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afffttterr thattt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Attended netball.. nothing much except that these St. Nicks people came over and sort of trained us.. its was a messy training.. but hey.. we still learnt some useful stuff? i dont know.. at least its training for the 2.4km run. And thats tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh shit. Like, how am i ever supposed to pass that with a A-grade???  Or even a C-grade????&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. ill just walk the whole way..!! Maybe jog the first round.. But still!!  oh damn my stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i left my Blouse some where Near the Netball place.. Damn my irresponsible-ness.&lt;br /&gt;hope some one`ll  give it to the GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much is happening in my life right now.. its just all so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayokay.. from here on end.. of this post.. imma be complaining a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get the world and the meaning of explain. Wouldnt every thing be better if the Word Explain didnt exist? Cant every thing just be understood once its been said??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. if your confused.. i can understand why.. teehee. I need to explain now dont i? but i hate explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it, that when im sooo sure of something.. when im sooo sure i understand.. it turns out i just missed the whole point? Why does that happen?? i end up being fcukin embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Gawwwd. I just want to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get me at all???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhsss..&lt;br /&gt;And the Exams are next week. Oh God help me. Im dying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleches-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CiaoXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2848071923873429132?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2848071923873429132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2848071923873429132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2848071923873429132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2848071923873429132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/whenilookyoumeintheeyes.html' title='WhenILookYouMeInTheEyes'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2068144102863460777</id><published>2008-04-06T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:26:59.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This shit is BANANAS</title><content type='html'>Ohhh.. Ive been experimenting with Adobe Photoshop thingy and its awwwsome.. iv already finished making a lay for a blogskin.. and whooots dont i love it.. Its just that i dont know how to code it.. And to tell you the truth.. It looks really noob-ish.. hey.. im still soo new to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way..yesterday was cat. and it was just soo weird.. Arthur wore his basketball uni.. so the sleevles Jersy is included.. and his muscles were  just showing.. and i had this sudden urge to poke them.. yupyup.. i know its all weird.. but hey Shit happens.. But that was just soo weird. I wanted to POKE HIS MUSCLES.. o.O. It just looked soo awsome.. *%#@**$@*#&amp;amp;#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what else..? Shaun just wont stop.. He still likes me likes me after all this time.. and he still wont give up. yeahh... I just want him to stop.. most of the time he does until it starts all over again.. ohh myy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havnt finished a single shit of homework and that just sux..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these test are just FCUKN annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thatss really it i suppose.. yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;If you want anything else.. just EMAIL me.. isabelle.got.style@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was random..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three main genders in the world..&lt;br /&gt;MALE FEMALE &amp;amp; EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thing.. ???!!?!?!??!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM becoming a random person....................................................................................................??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhs whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2068144102863460777?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2068144102863460777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2068144102863460777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2068144102863460777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2068144102863460777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-shit-is-bananas.html' title='This shit is BANANAS'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4083704923216835398</id><published>2008-04-01T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:29:09.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnotherDayGoneBy</title><content type='html'>Ahem Ahem.. Every things fine..&lt;br /&gt;Everything these days have mostly been about Jasper and im getting kinda bored of it. the guy`s like pissed.. so im just gonna let it all go.. Maybe the rest can see that too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know if he`s really pissed or whatever.. But he did send me a virus..  gar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhss.. again with the abandoning of the blog.. cant help it... been busy all these days.. dude.. im getting super stressed. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to be good and funny (on MSN) but thenn.. annoyed him too much made him send out viruss????? ???? ahhhhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gar.. This whole post cant be about him.. giving him wayyy tooo much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its gotta be that way cuz i dont have anything else to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh maybe once a pon an time.. the teacher changed our places.. so Stacey and I are now in between 4 Guys. I cant concentrate on my studies. Not because im crushing on them or anything.. it cuz theyr too damn noisy. But in a funny goodish badish way? cant explain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways.. Stacey ADORES her seat.. Cuz she has a special view of a special boy. hahahahahahhahahahahahah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey.. dont kill me for this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohohoh.. Today April Fools.. LAME...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fought with this one guy cuz i trashed his girl..  He actually punched me. that freak. But i got back at him. In the end.. His balls were bleeding!!!! or just bruising.. But he was in serious pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt tell the teacher.. ya know.. to embarrassed.. Didnt apologise to that bastard.. like why the hell should i???!!?!!??!?!?!? Gawddddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last bit about the fight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All April Fools thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believed that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your totally gullible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dudes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta admit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its kindda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoo!&lt;br /&gt;Adios Amigo!!&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4083704923216835398?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4083704923216835398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4083704923216835398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4083704923216835398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4083704923216835398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/04/anotherdaygoneby.html' title='AnotherDayGoneBy'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4335035982081277343</id><published>2008-03-22T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:53:26.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StopAndStare</title><content type='html'>whoops! abandoned the blog for several days again.. ahhh.. no time.. no time.. didn't know sec life would be soo.. argh!! geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.. updating you on my predictable life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed was home econs.. made cup-cakes. No big deal. Though it got Anson and Isabelle flavor.. we sorta used our hands for some stuffs.. blechhs. but hey.. its our cupcakes.. turned out tasty in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I toured Stacey and Geraldine around my Primary school. The much loved Marymount Convent School!!&lt;br /&gt;They said it looked like a condo.. A school for rich kids or something.. they loved the AVA room and PE area the most.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree MY PRIMARY AVA ROX MAN!! woots!!&lt;br /&gt;Then.. Geraldine tried teaching me these dance moves.. but i didn't get them.. cuz my body ain't made for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;They left a little later after 5pm? yeahh...&lt;br /&gt;But i had to get going too.. i had cath to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Mass.. We had to mostly repeat these steps.&lt;br /&gt;Sit Stand Sing Sit Pray.. That was the first part.&lt;br /&gt;then it was mostly.&lt;br /&gt;Kneel and sing.. sing the same thing over and over again till mass ended. I attended it with Ysa..&lt;br /&gt;Then went to our classrooms where most of my classmates were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my station.. mostly the guys were there. I sat next to Jenson. Waited for the girls to come. I was in my school uni man.. and my books were damn heavy. complain.. Arthur complained how his body hurt cuz of PT. and he told us what exercises he did.. like.. do i care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. talked to Jenson discussed how we should act out our play and stuffs, then the girls came. Like, thank God. soso..  I noticed Shaun was missing. So i called the guy and asked him to hurry his ass up. And he did come soon after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started out play. Our reenactment of  The Stations Of  The Cross.&lt;br /&gt;Kneel stand, kneel stand. yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after wards we had our feet washed by our teachers!! part of the program.. heh. it felt so ticklish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then .. when i was deciding weather or not to wash I saw an sms sent to Shaun.. like, wtf?? haha! And I was teasing him.. "ooozz!! is it from Jeanette??!?!!" The Arthur butted in and started teasing Shaun bout Jeannette too.. I pitied Shaun by then..  so sad so sad.. But i helped Shaun out in the end.. i think Shaun would have wanted to Punch the life outta Arthur by then.. oooz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i just continued talking to Jenson bout random stuffs.. While Shaun Talked to me here and there. Then we ate. sandwiches. I ate like 3 only? Jenson was like stuffing the thing into his mouth then Ysa Stuffed hers right infront of out faces!!! then the trend started and Jenson and Shaun were eating in a Aggressive-stuff-the-friggin-sandwich-into-mouth kinda way. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Jenson ate like 15 sandwiches??!!! and Shaun? yeahh.. i have no idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said something that day.. and people agreed.. like.. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Justina said "oooz! you were flirting with Jenson!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! no wayyyy!! like i sooo did noottt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end.. went to macs with Ysa and Jenson.. Ate fries and Ice-cream.. While Ysa studied my science txt book and Jenson Flipped through my Home econs txtbook. haha!! studious people you know.. Then every one went home safely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup.. story of moi life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home: 11pm. round there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to write more?? anw this should be long enuff to cover up for the missing entries.. yupyup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adios Amigos XOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4335035982081277343?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4335035982081277343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4335035982081277343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4335035982081277343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4335035982081277343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/stopandstare.html' title='StopAndStare'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-340043252735734480</id><published>2008-03-16T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:54:35.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BelatedBirthdays.</title><content type='html'>OMMMGGG&gt;&lt;  I totally forgot peoples birthdays. geez. like how could i ever forget to wish people on the most important day huh huh????  okayy..  this is one of the latest.. but i forgot her birthday.. gahhhhhhh!!!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jaime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didnt greet or remember at all.. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-22o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres still one more person..&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday was on the very same day as Ysas` but i didnt add her in the post.. gar.. didnt greet her either though she tagged me a clue about it. im so effin gullible. blech.. bau anwss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;PRISCHELLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;;]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-13o3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha!! okayyy.. gotta remember birthdays now.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wellz.. thats most likely it.. theres nothing else to say..&lt;br /&gt;;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoozzz!! &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXOXOX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-340043252735734480?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/340043252735734480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=340043252735734480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/340043252735734480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/340043252735734480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/belatedbirthdays.html' title='BelatedBirthdays.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7134250604465397260</id><published>2008-03-15T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:54:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tenfeetofftheground</title><content type='html'>i know its random. but i gotta say something. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exucse me Ty, but really.. how do i know if your telling me the truth huh? i only knew you for like what.. 3weeks and already your asking me to trust everything you say. like WTH?? OKay.. and Leanne... i dont know anymore.. i dont know.. im confused. im just argggg! TY CANT YOU JUST TELL ME!! DONT DROP CLUES HERE AND THERE.. YOUR JUST MAKING ME SOOO.. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me soon yeahh? dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz. grrrr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7134250604465397260?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7134250604465397260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7134250604465397260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7134250604465397260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7134250604465397260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/tenfeetofftheground.html' title='tenfeetofftheground'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2830161009819599134</id><published>2008-03-15T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:37:43.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she got them apple bottom jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I think i havnt told you people.. but i now wear contacts.. its soo weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;(I LOOK SO WEIRD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.. and to think you gotta sorta pinch your eyes to remove the contacts.. haha! it was kinda scary when i did it.. and i stayed like 2hr in the optical place just trying to wear the contacts. just doing that!! geez.. but now im kinda fast at doing the contacts thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have this bored-outta-my-mind expression on my face.. nothing to do really.. i dont have my home-ex thing with me now.. so i cant do it at all. im not gonna bother about it until tomorrow then ill be sweating with worry.. but hey.. i have to pass it up on Wednesday anyway.. 3 more days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might be watching &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my bro and cousin.. but i doubt so.. cuz ill have to baby sit my cousin and bro cuz theyr so naughty when theyr together... and i cant handle cheeky kids.. sheesh.. talk about 11yr olds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blech.. but whatever.. at least i get to watch the movie right? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna upload pics now.. but seeing that im in my cousins place.. i dont think i can.. and im using my uncles computer.. his own personal computer.. so i dont wanna harm it in anyway.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really wanna start school yet.. but i badly wanna go to school. huh. I miss my friends a whole lot i guess.. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week i might be going to Percys house again with Adele and Geraldine.. but i dont think geh and i would be going.. huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we meet Percy like every week now.. and i think the 16yr-old`s getting tired of our childish acts? haha! i dont think so.. but hey.. i dont feel like meeting with him for a long time.. he makes me forget about homework.. though he constantly reminds us how Studying is important.. am i making sense to you right now?? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele will be going.. she always does.. he`s her cousin anyway.. :] haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i like, gotta go.. got nothing else to type in here..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.&lt;br /&gt;-HOME EX!!&lt;br /&gt;-Speech. BLECH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. the crosswork(?) thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. The speech thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Our teacher Miss Lee will be leaving us. We sure will miss her..&lt;br /&gt;Lets now cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my speech right there.. nice right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!! XOXOX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;h&gt;A heart to hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is as far as the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A heart to love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Is as close as the door.&lt;/h&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2830161009819599134?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2830161009819599134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2830161009819599134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2830161009819599134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2830161009819599134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-got-them-apple-bottom-jeans.html' title='she got them apple bottom jeans'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8454486976727580211</id><published>2008-03-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:06:52.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY YSABEL!</title><content type='html'>your in Phili right now. but hey.. you can read this next time..&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHAY!!;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ciao.. again..XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8454486976727580211?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8454486976727580211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8454486976727580211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8454486976727580211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8454486976727580211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-ysabel.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY YSABEL!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8653562746019623006</id><published>2008-03-13T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:00:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! We`re the Chipmunks! And we aint goin` down like Punks</title><content type='html'>Sorry.. havnt updated for a long time ehh.. thats cuz im wayy too lazy or i just cant use the com. haha! but whats there to update you on my life..? well theres nothing much though..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna watch STEP UP 2. it looks cool. yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.. havnt done shit on my home exs homework.. like how the hell am i even supposed to get started with it if its just too friggin hard to even think about it. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my math big time. I knew i would get these kinds of grades. i knew it. i got an F9 on this one subject. sad. soo sad.. and to believe my favourite subject in primary school was math.. i got a 95/100 once ya know.. P6. haha.. showing off right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw my life is.. messed up. I hate it when someone says something and doesnt mean anything at all. gawd.. im really comlaining right now.. garr.. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anwayyyysss.. idontgiveadamnbouthimanymore.ivestoppedcrushin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. that guys not the guy your thinking about.. though i`v complained about him alot. but no&lt;br /&gt;its not him. ha! try figuring this one out. would reall shock ya`ll if you ever found out. but you never will. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[Intro - T-Pain]&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to 'em&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to 'em&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to 'em&lt;br /&gt;C'mon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (T-Pain):]&lt;br /&gt;Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)&lt;br /&gt;Boots with the fur (with the fur)&lt;br /&gt;The whole club was looking at her&lt;br /&gt;She hits the floor (she hits the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low&lt;br /&gt;Them baggy sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)&lt;br /&gt;She turned around and gave that big booty a slap (hey)&lt;br /&gt;She hits the floor (she hits the floor)&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know&lt;br /&gt;Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flo-Rida]&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never seen something that'll make me go&lt;br /&gt;This crazy all night spending my doe&lt;br /&gt;Had the million dollar vibe and a body to go&lt;br /&gt;Them birthday cakes they stole the show&lt;br /&gt;So sexual&lt;br /&gt;She was flexible professional&lt;br /&gt;Drinking nexenol&lt;br /&gt;Hold up, wait a minute, do I see what I think? Whoa&lt;br /&gt;Did her thing seen shawty get low&lt;br /&gt;Ain't the same when it's up that close&lt;br /&gt;Make it rain I'm making it snow&lt;br /&gt;Work the pole I gotta bang bro&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say that I prefer the no clothes&lt;br /&gt;I'm in to that I love women exposed&lt;br /&gt;She threw it back at me I gave her mo&lt;br /&gt;Cash ain't a problem I know where it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (T-Pain)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flo-Rida]&lt;br /&gt;Hey shawty what I gotta do to get you home&lt;br /&gt;My jeans filled with guap and they're ready for showing&lt;br /&gt;Cadillacs laid back for the sexy grown&lt;br /&gt;Patron on the rocks that'll make you moan&lt;br /&gt;One stack (come on), two stacks (come on), three stacks (come on)&lt;br /&gt;Now that's three grand&lt;br /&gt;What you think I'm playing baby girl I'm the man&lt;br /&gt;I'm dealing rubberbands&lt;br /&gt;That's when I threw her legs on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was over&lt;br /&gt;That heny and Cola got me like a soldier&lt;br /&gt;She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her&lt;br /&gt;So lucky on me I was just like clover&lt;br /&gt;Shawty was hot like a toaster&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I had to fold her&lt;br /&gt;Like a pornography poster&lt;br /&gt;She showed her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (T-Pain)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Flo-Rida]&lt;br /&gt;Whoa shawty yeah she was worth the money&lt;br /&gt;Little mama took my cash&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't want it back&lt;br /&gt;The way she bent that back&lt;br /&gt;Got all them paper stacks&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo above her crack&lt;br /&gt;I had to handle that&lt;br /&gt;I was zoned in sexy woman&lt;br /&gt;Let me show it make me want it&lt;br /&gt;Two in the morning I'm zoned in&lt;br /&gt;Them rosee bottles foaming&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;Made it drop&lt;br /&gt;Shawty dipped that pop and lock&lt;br /&gt;Had to break her off that guap&lt;br /&gt;Gal fire just like my glock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (T-Pain)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step up roxxx.. so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like,&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! XOXOX13&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-8653562746019623006?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8653562746019623006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8653562746019623006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8653562746019623006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8653562746019623006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-were-chipmunks-and-we-aint-goin.html' title='Hey! We`re the Chipmunks! And we aint goin` down like Punks'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2511645587575830471</id><published>2008-03-02T16:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:18:34.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Saturday brings</title><content type='html'>Yesterday. was a Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was `aight.. i still wanted to avoid someone though i couldnt at all.. &lt;strong&gt;it was totally impossible.&lt;/strong&gt; i know its horrible.. but thats what i really wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justina and Anastasia didnt come. Cuz they went for the Sentosa thing.. so saddd.. Justina did come.. so she said.. but cat. already ended at the time.. garr.. i didnt even get to see her. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anww.. Saw Steph on the bus.. didnt really talk much cuz i aint the talkative type when im all alone. teez;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during cat. we had to seperate to our groups. Thank God Vernice and Samntha came..&lt;br /&gt;or else i would have sunk into deep depression. garrrz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in between Jenson and Vernice. Samantha was sitting on the other side of Jenson.. and she was totally jealous of.. Anne. cuz she was sitting next to Jude HER LOVERR;]]. And she just kept complaining about her.. --' Jenson and I was like, pissed. geeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenson then kept drawing his teddy bears? haha! and asked me random questions.. haha! so this week he wasnt his emo type uh guy. Wooots! I even had lessons on how to draw Jenson teddy Bears. lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernice just kept drawing on her test pad.. and her fonts were like totally awsome. soo cool!! haha!Then when i was spinning my pen.. it dropped on my crumpler bag.. then now got one tiny dot there.. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally... we got our 5min break. yahhooos! I was soo friggin cold in that room that i dragged Samantha out with me. Then Shaun was also going to the toilet then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he passed us.. to go to the toilet.. he said that their genders toilet totally stank. so i was like, oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when he was doing his thing in there.. kept shouting inside the guys toilet "Gawshh! It stinks in here! ewwww!!" haha! lame i know.. but i was bored. But i promise you.. i didnt step into the guys toilet at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came out all "your sick, you know that?" in a playful way. hahahahaha!! Back in the room people were doing stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna elaborate.. I`ve become too lazy to type.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cat., Sam Ditched cuz her bro was pullin her away. MAN!  Jenson brisk walked outta there.. cuz he didnt wanna stay back for the skit thingy.. and I had to wait for people so Vernice went away too.. sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwws.. Went back home followed by Ysa and Gio. Dad in bad mood. So Me and moi bro Escaped to Ysas` place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were like going there.. Shaun kept smsing me these things.. so i just called him.. talked non-sense for a while, then hung up. Then someone called. It was the JC guy in macs!! like how the hell did he get my&lt;br /&gt;number??!! like how the hell??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to hime for a few seconds? then found an excuse to hang up. wooosh. i aint talking to that guys again.. though im totally droned(?) to his voice. gawd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ysas` place. we used the com. ate dinner.. made coffee.. made fries. then went home round 2400?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.. But Shaun called during my time there.. Ysa was listening to this conversation. haha. He was talkin bout alotta things. mostly bout this one guy and how he totally despises him. And Shaun asked me some questions bout the guy and the truthful answers that i gave him seemed to satisfy him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i guess i know why anw.. teez;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked for like, exactly 25min. then  he said bye then we hung up. i swaer that was one of the conversations that made me LOL. Talking to Shaun is like getting everything off you chest and feel good that you did. teeez;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats sorta it. Dont get any ideas horr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS BORING. WILL NOT ELABORATE FURTHUR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ciaoXOOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what they said tmr.. okay? teeez;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2511645587575830471?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2511645587575830471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2511645587575830471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2511645587575830471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2511645587575830471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-saturday-brings.html' title='What Saturday brings'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2189467533773788578</id><published>2008-02-29T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:44:33.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to You Geh.</title><content type='html'>Omg... Today was like.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilburn, Ahem Ahem Sec2 person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was waiting outside our classroom. waiting for his stead.. Gehhh!!! He was so hot feeling paiseh&lt;br /&gt;out there.. scratching his head.. teeez. but he`s too&lt;i&gt; fast&lt;/i&gt; for her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was soo boring. mrs Lum kept straying from the actual subject. Kept blabbing about studies and what ever stuff.. gawd. And my butt was hurting just sitting there. i was leaning into Adele unconsciously cuz i was damn sleepy.  It doesnt help that netball crammed my butt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did this excersise during netball and now my butt, my thighs and arms hurt. geez. netballs still&lt;br /&gt;fun. i still loves it. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chinese we did this competition thing. fun fun. haha! but i didnt join. cuz my chinese sux&lt;br /&gt;like heck.. obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess.. Wilburn and his gang was there. Kept looking at Gehdine, Nicole, Pigglet and I. but mostly Gehdine. Cuz he obvioulsy wanted her to sit there. With him. ooooz. so cute. and he runs after her when she runs away from him. Cross-country. fast runner. ;]]]&lt;br /&gt;In the end.. we all didnt sit with him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant force Geh you know... ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to our class later.. After Geh kept running from him and hidding in the girls toilet. he caught up. Said some sturrffs then left. sweet. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period was math. We all couldnt wait for it to end. Exp. Shaun Lim. teez;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept saying "thank you Miss How. may God bless you" and all that shit. but she didnt like the way we said it. so we kept saying and saying in a hurry. In the end we all did it properly, but Shaun was so Enthu, Said "goodbye" soo loudly. teeeez;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN SCHOOL ENDED!! WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys, JingWei, 2Shauns and BoonXiong went with Nicole, Gehdine, Stacey, Adele, Crystal and I to hougang mall. Stacey soon pangseh. cuz i think she was angry with us for Jwalking w/o her. Cuz she couldnt. She was holding her Erhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Macs. The girls seperated from the guys cuz no space for all of us. Met Weane and Shaun Lim there too.. but they sat with the boys. Uh-course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then. We all stood up to buy our food.&lt;br /&gt;The 4 JC looking guys behind us were like looking at us, then one of them asked me this,&lt;br /&gt;the conver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC boy&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;:   Your from HI right?&lt;br /&gt;Me:   yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;JC boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:   Secondary right?&lt;br /&gt;Me:   Uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;JC boy&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; to group:   Seee!&lt;br /&gt;JC boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; to me:    Hey! He wants you number!&lt;br /&gt;JC boy&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;:    (looks at me. looking paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;Me:    (awkwardly shakes head and buys food)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww gawd.. I evesed dropped on them when i was buying food.. then heard things. Im too paiseh to say what they said. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate our things. I retold the story of how Gehdine and Wilburn got stead, to one of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then then elaborated some things. Said some possible things that could happen to her And Wilburn. then Geh kept hitting and hitting me. So painful man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said sorry afterwards after Nicole asked her why she hit me so hard. goodgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bllllecchhhss..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant type no longer...went back to school, shouted at ZhenWen and Isaac from top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to hougang mall.. did some acting *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. waited at bus stop with Nicole and Gehdine. I missed my Bus twice cuz of my stupidness.. geez. then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my letter to Gehdine. i promised her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Geh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop teasing me bout the guys. I dont like anyone that way in or out of class.&lt;br /&gt;in and out of School!&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to **ahem ahem** JingWei. teeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you plus wilburn loook soo great together.&lt;br /&gt;Like come on. Chiobu and shuaige. haha! Geh please lahhhs. stop running away from him..&lt;br /&gt;can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your too dirty sometimes. make me think dirty too.. blech. teez but thats what i love about you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lurvs you always.&lt;br /&gt;Is-A-Belle!!&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NICOLE. I SWEAR YOUR PIC WILL BE HERE ON MY BLOG. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO!! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO XOXOX&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;psps&lt;br /&gt;The lines that keep me laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy: "Im gonna say something out of place.. but your having fun in a boys room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percys Friend to Percy:" Remember, Percy, you cant do abortions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Percys friends leaving the house, leaving one guy and(us) 3 girls in the house: "Percy have fun eh. Serioulsy &lt;i&gt;have fun&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2189467533773788578?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2189467533773788578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2189467533773788578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2189467533773788578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2189467533773788578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-me-to-you-geh.html' title='From me to You Geh.'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4725342039022386670</id><published>2008-02-24T16:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T18:37:11.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The peepz i &lt;3. (first 3) ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIlBBxAGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2IYxmX2Ah6I/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIlBBxAGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2IYxmX2Ah6I/s400/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493647966240866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIgBBxAFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dhvtonlDMNY/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIgBBxAFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/dhvtonlDMNY/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493562066894930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIXhBxAEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/St_dii_3Pxg/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIXhBxAEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/St_dii_3Pxg/s400/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493416038006850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIPRBxADI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EolLlPKqfHU/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIPRBxADI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EolLlPKqfHU/s400/Image015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493274304086066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIFRBxACI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rRS9xXNK15o/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIFRBxACI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rRS9xXNK15o/s400/Image012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170493102505394210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havnt posted here for a long time.. so i thought i might as well interest you with some photos of my classmates. and that was the whole lot. Im ubber sorry i didnt get Nicoles pic up there. I didnt have nice ones to show. But some day. her picture will be in this blog. IDC!! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right????&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole.. i WILL get you pic here. ;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4725342039022386670?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4725342039022386670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4725342039022386670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4725342039022386670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4725342039022386670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/peepz-i-3-first-3.html' title='The peepz i &lt;3. (first 3) ;]'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HpY_cjHzmkc/R8FIlBBxAGI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2IYxmX2Ah6I/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460107190744497368.post-1425788562692009862</id><published>2008-02-23T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:17:44.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoy Staceyy!!</title><content type='html'>hey hey!! Stacey is sooo fed up with this song that.. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; WANT TO ANNOY HER MORE!!&lt;/i&gt; haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.. but its fun. and Stacey, you gotta admit that its better than me telling you "Gerrad Way SUX!" teehee. dunno how to spell his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anwws here are the lyrics. teeeeee! ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If We Hold On Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-DianaRoss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You've come so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story&lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;Words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let us come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, but its just soo fun!! ;]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ciaoz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not posting for the past weeks. hee s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Anson..&lt;br /&gt;my ans is high cut.&lt;br /&gt;NO low cut&lt;br /&gt;middle cut stll low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1425788562692009862?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1425788562692009862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1425788562692009862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1425788562692009862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1425788562692009862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/annoy-staceyy.html' title='Annoy Staceyy!!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-96290817279663107</id><published>2008-02-12T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:20:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Home ex thing</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the wait. but i havnt been using the comp. for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went back to HIPS yesterday.&lt;/strong&gt; I soo miss studying in the school!&lt;br /&gt;--' i dont study there. haha! just tagged along with Gehdine Amanda plurs Alvin they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school was like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Big?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. didnt really explore the whole place. since we waz getting late for netball practice. nyea.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; late for NB practice means 10pUps/1min late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. you know netball? i went for the CCA ytd and i got soo confused over this one practice. see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X= person O=netball ----=running  &gt;&gt;= "flying"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXO                            X&lt;br /&gt;XXX-------&gt;XO             X&lt;br /&gt;XXX-------&gt;X&gt;&gt; O&gt;&gt;OX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see see! the practice encourages us to run with the ball. like isnt that soo no allowed in the game?? geez. i wanted to tell the teacher.. but i thought it was just &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;rude.&lt;/span&gt; chyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was chosen to be the demonstrator. &lt;i&gt;again.&lt;/i&gt; like, whats so good about me and netball eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PE today. like boring nia. played badminton with Nelly. she very slack one lehh.. annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;i&gt;UTTTTT..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love today. Home exs! i love it!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; booya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why know why?&lt;br /&gt;haisshhh.. is okay lah. i dont really&lt;i&gt; love&lt;/i&gt; it lurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that today we could group up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gehdine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---&gt; LURV YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---&gt; Chiobu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&gt; bangladesh ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;minghan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---&gt; HAN HAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HanHan! haha. sorry. such a cute name for him. HANHAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;then Anson keep saying "eh maid! you my filipino maid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;but he`s funny lah. just that can sometimes be annoying. call me filipino maid some more. pui ar. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. must learn about Fats, Protein, carbos and all that stuffs. no fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;must memorise sia. then we played this game. where teacher ask qu then our group ans,&lt;br /&gt;then one of us can sit down in the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time the group change dhe. confusing if must explain to ya`ll why change. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when my new group talking about proteins.. Cuz excess protein is passed out by urinating right.. then Zhengwen suddenly said "no wonder NEW WATER very healthy for us. alot of protein dhe!" We all laugh. haha! okay. funny if you listen to  him say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My new group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boonxiong&lt;br /&gt;Zhengwen&lt;br /&gt;jingwei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! then my group so gentelmanny. Ans qu then ask me, the girl, to sit even though zhengwen ans the qu. awww. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the other group also gentelmanny lah. the fact that theres only one girl in each group. sort of. hee. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During free period i ate my chocolate which&lt;strong&gt; i kept in my pencil case for one w&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eek??!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee from Britain gave it to me. :P haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate drank and all that stuff. Talked with Nicole and Gehdine amanda ONG and yuhui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;very childish dhe. call mama baba laopo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; --' teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zenzenzen. RE lessons. Saw Felicia. Talked with her and did some group project thing then went home. sian lah. now i think ill do my home ex homework. sian laaahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciaoz XOXOX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-96290817279663107?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/96290817279663107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=96290817279663107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/96290817279663107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/96290817279663107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-home-ex-thing.html' title='Some Home ex thing'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4995527006143377037</id><published>2008-02-03T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:10:11.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its one of those days</title><content type='html'>woots! Gehdine finally finished her poem! its wayy better now man!! yaoza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 years and 50 days,&lt;br /&gt;time is passing by.&lt;br /&gt;time will not stop for us,&lt;br /&gt;it's now time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me spread,&lt;br /&gt;my wings open wide.&lt;br /&gt;these wings of mine,&lt;br /&gt;too beautiful to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already time&lt;br /&gt;to let go and&lt;br /&gt;say good bye&lt;br /&gt;while shaking hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is there it is!! dont you think thats mucho better??!!! yeahh i totaally think soo man.!&lt;br /&gt;And she says the last verse sux..&lt;i&gt; yeahh right.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nicole. got no lighted bulb at the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;All my poems dont have meanings.. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;why do you people get them anyway..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church class yesterday.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it was a blast&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Sammy couldnt come. she was moving. gar. Justina couldnt stay for the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND freakishly tall person, Jenson, kept kicking me. like, what the hell.? yeahh okay i think he &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SORTA&lt;/span&gt; had the right to do that cuz i was like teasing him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"teddy bears make you smile!!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; any boy would be pissed. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;teddy bears dont make him smile. dont tease the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Arthur came to the rescue and was like "stop it lah Jenson." Chyeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did this &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Phsyco analasis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thingy. it was quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the lesson, we were told our groups. oooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Group 1--&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anabel-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont really know her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vernice-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; AHH!! Lovable yaoza~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Samantha-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ILHTMTC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jenson-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; freakishly tall person;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Arthur-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bball devoted and all mine. heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isabelle-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who else is in it but i totally love my group. totally!&lt;br /&gt;Two of my bestest girl friends in my class are in my group.! im jumping up and down!! woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. i feel sorry for those who got into Aloys group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo sad. soo sad. its a sad sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;_______ya know that aloy said, as he spelt it "you are getting prittyer and prittyer each year"&lt;br /&gt;eww. eeewwww...! i hate himmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theeennn. when class ended we had to stay back for a while to type in our particulars into&lt;br /&gt;i-forgot-who`s computer. I was glad to stay behind. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;got more time with Cat. people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob and Arthur were like sooo brotherly and Funny man!&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; they were both retarded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an awwwsome way/&lt;br /&gt;hyeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. i did a master lock on jake. though it was wrong. i only watch wresteling. i dont really concentrate on how they do the moves. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yes. i do watch wrestling. influenced by younger brother. yeah. younger brother.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when jake did the ML on Arthur i was like "his neck is totally gonna break" Jake knows how&lt;br /&gt;to lock that boy up. but uh-course he wouldnt hurt his &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bruhthah from anotha muhthah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon. when particulars were typed into that Lappy, we had to go bye bye. i got Jakes&lt;br /&gt;friendster before that.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;awwsome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off with Vernice. though we only like, took a few stepsbefore we  went off in different directions. gawwwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent in the cousins house,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;smsing Arthur, Talked to shaun&lt;br /&gt;for a while, talked to arthur for a while and spoke in chinese for like a whole 30min&lt;br /&gt;with my cousins and bro.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can picture ya`ll laughing right now hearing my chinese speak. oh insulting. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yarrr thats all that happened ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Nicole stated in her blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;TOMORROW WILL BE DEAD BORING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ciao XOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PS&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for Wed. going back to MCS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4995527006143377037?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4995527006143377037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4995527006143377037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4995527006143377037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4995527006143377037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='Its one of those days'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1055770948958316842</id><published>2008-02-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:27:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.. And today</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was freakishly boring... all boring siaa.. no lahh.. but still. I think everyone died yesterday. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Lit was soo fun. we had to compose these poems cuz it was like 50% of this test or soething.&lt;br /&gt;soo its waaaay important. i became like soo excited cuz poem composing IS MY THING!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to help out Qian Qian, Gehdine and MCR fanatic Stacey! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I helped them out with their first verses. But they were all soooo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. to them maybe, but its perfectly normal to me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end they didnt use it cuz it was too emo or they didnt have no idea how to start from there. to tell you the truth, neither did i. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i used them all in the end.&lt;br /&gt;1st verse- Gehdine&lt;br /&gt;2nd Verse- Stacey&lt;br /&gt;3rd verse- Qian Qian&lt;br /&gt;4th verse- was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the poem. i totally dont understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;the days that i live,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just so confused.&lt;br /&gt;the decisions i make,&lt;br /&gt;what is it of use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love that i share,&lt;br /&gt;can't you see it all?&lt;br /&gt;please open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;or do i just take the fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pain that i've suffered,&lt;br /&gt;it's too hard to hold.&lt;br /&gt;my hands want to murder,&lt;br /&gt;the truths all unfold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leak in the weirdness,&lt;br /&gt;i leaked it to all.&lt;br /&gt;i leak in the weirdness,&lt;br /&gt;that's my duty call.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Bwaaaa! Gehdine says its cool but seriously.. is it? i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Gehdines one was about elmo? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;iI bet hers is cooler. cuz ya know why?? she got A* for englishhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres hers.. so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;7 years and 50 days,&lt;br /&gt;time is passing by.&lt;br /&gt;time will not stop for us,&lt;br /&gt;it's now time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little birdies all leave their nests,&lt;br /&gt;mama chases them away.&lt;br /&gt;we can't be in one place forever,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much we wanna stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its allso cool., though she says it sux. but it sooo does not!&lt;br /&gt;I for got Qian Qians dhe.. sorry, ahh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy.. i think thats it.. till next time then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ciao XXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1055770948958316842?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/1055770948958316842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=1055770948958316842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1055770948958316842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1055770948958316842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday.. And today'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2066828758123074933</id><published>2008-01-31T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:55:54.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet rests on the table</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh man! &lt;strong&gt;the books are getting ssoooo heavy!!&lt;/strong&gt; at least theres this huge silver locker thing at the back where we just dump all our books. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;so sad.. &lt;i&gt;we gort no lockers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annnd.. i got a new bag.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CRUMPLER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i bought the bag instead of buying new sport shoes for netball. gawd now i suffer. geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!! i dont know what to saya liao lahhh///&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked? yeahh Home ex. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anson, yeahh my BF ("best friend" lahh), i cooked with&lt;br /&gt;him. he was fun. i had to wear this scarf thing on my head.. but i looked damn weird. i couldn`t&lt;br /&gt;wait to take it off.. all we cooked was&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; fried noodles.&lt;/span&gt; easy sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wayyy too easy. I did most of the  washing but i forced the wok on Anson so he washed that. only. i think. aheh.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Our table was the cleanest of them alll!!&lt;/span&gt; nice teamwork man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im goin back to MCS next wed. ya know..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; chinese new year celebreations&lt;/span&gt; and sturrfs. so yeahh.. i think going with Faith, Clarissa and they all.. yarrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I might go chearleader mode&lt;/span&gt; like i am always like in school now a days. i know i look way stupid. buy hey! its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gawwwd! Netball practice was&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; torture man!&lt;/span&gt; Its was fun at the same time. its was sorta like tryouts.. cuz it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres tooo many Sec1 people to teach soo their doing all these tough traning on us. people are already saying that "the teacher ticked your name! your soo in! so pro lorr!" as if lahh. i pro mehh?? haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chyeahh.. like thats totally it lahh.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Arthur on Tues. Awwwsome right? yeahh//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. if i elaborate then you`ll flood me with questions. eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ciaoz XOXOXOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2066828758123074933?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2066828758123074933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2066828758123074933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2066828758123074933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2066828758123074933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-feet-rests-on-table.html' title='My feet rests on the table'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-1880921859887954359</id><published>2008-01-27T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:29:25.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one who likes</title><content type='html'>Ohhhh miiiii gawwwwsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT face="arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ffccff"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have Home ex. but then the teacher Miss Lini was in a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh curses! but still it was fun. Cuz since our class was split for the lesson..&lt;FONT color="#6633ff"&gt; our side was free for&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 1/2hr yeahh.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we knew this.. we stood outside the cookery classroom and started putting on our aprones. us girls did it really well. *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the boyss ...&lt;br /&gt;well ya know..&lt;FONT color="#009900"&gt; they got lorts ah trouble with the thing.&lt;/FONT&gt; they put it on sooo weirdley. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all looked like they were wearing dresses.&lt;FONT color="#ff99ff"&gt; Ansen had to act sooo girl&lt;/FONT&gt;. eek. but he made us laugh as usual. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we even took pictures of the guys but yeahh.. i cant upload it. Ya`ll know why. The best pic was&lt;br /&gt;of Ansen. he had a funny face on. Minghan didnt mind us taking pics of him. He`s the small cute&lt;br /&gt;guai boy.. awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had soo much free time. we wanted to go home but there was a relief teacher waiting for&lt;br /&gt;us in the class room. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;but she/he wasnt there! WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the class room. The boys switched off the lights. --'&lt;br /&gt;blech. it was damn boring for a while. &lt;I&gt;but the boys really got us entertained.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT color="#ffcc33"&gt;Me, Geraldine  and Nicole went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;came back to find the boys locked us out.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;bang the door.&lt;br /&gt;shout at boys.&lt;br /&gt;GEO teacher came.&lt;br /&gt;explained a bit.&lt;br /&gt;only enough to not get us in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Boys open door.&lt;br /&gt;we went back in.&lt;br /&gt;crazy boys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba bla bla!&lt;br /&gt;Soon half an hour passed. --' still got a long time to go. t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hen we got our cooking lessons from the cheff himslef! ANSEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;He tought us how to cook Balls, principals head, breasts and alot more icky stuff.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got us all laughing! i swear i could spit out my spit if i tried to hold the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine actually almost cried cuz she was laughing soo hard.!!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoooox XOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-1880921859887954359?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1880921859887954359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/1880921859887954359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-who-likes.html' title='The one who likes'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6410684637389447334</id><published>2008-01-24T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:14:22.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things in the world</title><content type='html'>Gaawwwd alot has been happening and i hant had the time to do any blogging. so yeahh my post WILL be super long. get ready. i shall now bore you to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i went back to MCS. yeahh.. i met Justine and Faith there first.the school was like boring cuz everything was the same. bwaaaa! teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then errrm. Faith and Justine were both depressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faith cuz she likes 5 boys and she cant&lt;br /&gt;decide on one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; CHOOSE WILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Justine cuz well yeahh.. She`s in SOTS ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others soon started coming. Anira came too. Then all the 6B "smarty pants" people all went to "vandalise" their last year class white board. then Justine and i.. left all alone. Swinging on the swing out side the teachers lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she started explaining all her depressions! to me! i was like listening.. but i really didnt know depression was like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I tell you, you cant know what depression is until your as&lt;br /&gt;depressed as justine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; all her words were sooo deep. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcella came afterwards all dressed up in her IJ uniform. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt stay for long. Cuz we wanted to join the others in the netball CCA but there was no CCA on that day. so we left early for J8 Only Justine Faith Marcella Emily and i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream usuall.. then we went over to the play ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked about sooo many things.. you know catching up on one anothers lives. then these other&lt;br /&gt;sec people came. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Justine and Faith Spying on there 2 Sec boys ... teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went under the playing thing with the slides and all.&lt;i&gt; and vandalised it!&lt;/i&gt; im serious! we wrote like 'i heart MCS.' if you dont believe you could go see it for yourself! chyeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was cath. OMG! you dont know how happy i was just to step into the church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Vernice first. Ate at mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to line up in the church hall.. i saw SAMMY THERE! i like wanted to sooo hug her!!! She got contacts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were led to our classes but me Samantha and i forgot who else went to the wrong class. so we were freaking cuz none of our genuine class mates were there. But we waited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the person read out the name list and yeahh guess what our names &lt;br /&gt;werent there. When the teacher said "Who`s names havnt i caled yet, please raise you hands." Then Me Sammy and the otheres were like standing up and was like&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; "wrong class! wrong class! sorry!  Sorry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When we did go to out REAL class, i saw Justina!! aawwwwwmigawshhh!!! i wannted to hug her too!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may i say.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; those boys really changed rapidly over a couple of months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some new class mates so we played Whacko.. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first. i forgot how to play and i was like "i wanna play! i wanna be first!" &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gar im a total idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what. no one really called me. yeahh sad right?&lt;br /&gt;The Shaun was like "ANABELLE ANABELLE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was like&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; "aiya! dunno which anabelle! got two in the class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; GAR! THERE WAS ONLY ONE ANABELLE!&lt;/i&gt; After wards i went straight up to him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ME: whats my name Shaun?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: Anabelle&lt;br /&gt;ME: *stare*&lt;br /&gt;HIM: oh oh! Isabelle! sorry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................&lt;br /&gt;yeahh he forgot my name. GAWD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND. Shaun was like soo guai man! he answered averything the cat. teacher said....&lt;br /&gt;correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo strange! &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He was usually that bad boy type!&lt;/span&gt; ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd! But atleast he still WALKs like a bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i cant wait for the retreat camp this saturday&lt;/strong&gt;- morning all they way ta night!!!! wooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The only thing exciting about to day was the fight. i never wittnessed a fight until now! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gabrielle finally exploded.&lt;/span&gt; i didnt really know what happened but he just exploded right there and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dom(i dunno know how to spell his name)  was talking to Gabrielle.. then dunno what lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gabrielle just punched Dom. &lt;/i&gt;Then They both started fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Gabrielle really packed the punch cuz in the end Dom got a black eye and nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;to Gabrielle. And he was sooo difficult to seperate from hitting Dom. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When he explodes you gotta stand back.&lt;/strong&gt; When he finally stoped punching, the teacher&lt;br /&gt;came in&lt;br /&gt;then Gabrielle started swearing at Shaun/Sean (dunno) cuz he broke up the fight or something. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh long lahh.. but what else can i do? eh? i have to be doing something. im soo bored. just doing my homex homework. i dont get what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home ex pract tmr! cant wait!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao &lt;i&gt;XOXOXOXOX&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6410684637389447334?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6410684637389447334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6410684637389447334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6410684637389447334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6410684637389447334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-in-world.html' title='Things in the world'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-4080912227149781582</id><published>2008-01-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:30:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our own charity</title><content type='html'>i love my new school okayy.. the other post was just bluff stuff..&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; i`v gort lots of friends liao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errmmm what are the high lights of this week?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im supposed to be doing my chinese HW right now.. but dont feel like it lorr.. do reasearch on BAINIAN. --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH LIGHTS..&lt;br /&gt;My new "best friend" is Ansen [my new home econ partner lahh]&lt;br /&gt;the teacher Miss Lini says "your partner shall be your best friend from now on.." blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im surrounded by boys in the home econ class.. --' one of them gort mental problems. thank god he`s not my partner.. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Got into netball?&lt;/span&gt; not mmuch of a surprise.. im a very boring person.. join the same cca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Recomended to join choir&lt;/span&gt;? bwahahaha! i think i stood out cuz i was laughing like heck when we were supposed to sing.. blahhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays quit boing to say the least. i forgot to bring most of my books. no wonder my bag was&lt;br /&gt;damn light today. teehee.. forgot to bring science, Lit all those subjects with heavy books. ;P&lt;br /&gt;didnt get scolding.. we didnt use any of the books. lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in the bus this morn met Zhengwen..&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: hey&lt;br /&gt;Him: you Ana Isabelle right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeahh&lt;br /&gt;Him: *sits down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.. boring nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when got to school all the PSLs there again Alvin doing his HW.. as always --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then Gabriel nearly got into a fight with Ansen.&lt;/span&gt; O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Gabriel ---- F-----&lt;br /&gt;yarrr. the boys are very rough. diaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess Nicole and i went back to class early. donno what to do in the canteen lorr..&lt;br /&gt;then Zhengwen came in soon after Ask me and Nicole if we want to try out his mothers "poison cookies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HIM: hey wanna try my mothers poison cookies?! Anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;ME: why poison?&lt;br /&gt;HIM: you try lah. then you will know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and nicole go try it out then suddenly he shout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIM: ohhhh!! eat in class oh hohhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaozzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then then..&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; during lit we ate our oranges&lt;/span&gt; cuz the teacher wanted us to experience what the&lt;br /&gt;poem was talking about. so yeahh.. i got the strange looking orange.. but Erikas one looked weirder.. Nicole said it looked like a breast with a niple. teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate the thing in class i shared mine with Geraldine. yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Gabriel wanted to save a piece of his orange for the germs or something. no heigene&lt;br /&gt;that guy. we threw the orange when he wasnt lookin. he retrieved the orange later. from the bin. EWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then science... boring sia.. wanted to sleep. Adele looked like yeahh.. drooopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after wards for the PSL follow up thing. played some games.. Ice breaker~ what thing. yeahh its called what thing. then loose change.. and sturrffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then talked with the PSLs about the difficulties we faced. the only Difficulty most of us faced&lt;br /&gt;was GABRIEL TAN. yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. time to go home. walked with Nicole to the bus stop. her bus was there first. then i waited and waited for my bus then Stacy came along. waited with me for a while then her bus came. All alone.. But my bus came soon after then now home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im going back to MCS with Faith. cant wait. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr also got art. DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-4080912227149781582?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/4080912227149781582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=4080912227149781582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4080912227149781582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/4080912227149781582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-own-charity.html' title='Our own charity'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-8403309602992992935</id><published>2008-01-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T20:52:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days are passing and nothings getting better</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a sob-story and all.. so i dont expect any of you to read this but i just need to get all this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrm..&lt;br /&gt;im..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST CANT TAKE IT! I WANNA GO BACK TO MCS RIGHT NOW! I HATE MARZBARZ&lt;br /&gt;FOR LEAVIN ME TO BE THE ONLY MCS PERSON THERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like starting P1 all over again but its just that im not as enthusiastic as before. before it&lt;br /&gt;was damn easy to make people your best friend in like a day or so.. but in an environment&lt;br /&gt;where nearly every person knows each other.. well it gets kinda depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework pilling up infornt of me then when i get home i have to take care of my siblings.. ya know help out my mom.. its like theres no more time for me to do all the stuff i wanna do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like i said sob-story. be thankful its not long&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/6460107190744497368-8403309602992992935?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/8403309602992992935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=8403309602992992935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8403309602992992935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/8403309602992992935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/days-are-passing-and-nothings-getting.html' title='days are passing and nothings getting better'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3483551174897593497</id><published>2008-01-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:32:21.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The innocent ones</title><content type='html'>BWAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IM the only Graphpaper person in the whole friggin school.&lt;/i&gt; But im doing well anyways.. i just miss those people whome i go all spazzd with!! hahahaha!! BUt its still the begining of the year ya know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go visit MCS again.. i miss the school grounds.. and to believe i always said that i hated&lt;br /&gt;the school.. awww man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey theres already homework.. wow.. and im supposed to be doing one now about&lt;br /&gt;Charlottes Web.. but its soo sianzz..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; cuz That book was my Lit. book last yearrr...&lt;/span&gt; --'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already made new sets of friends.. &lt;strong&gt;but you guys MCSians :) are sorely missed.. :}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and guess what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;IM INDEX NUMERO UNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always first or the second.. its always like that.. and in the&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt; house again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh!&lt;br /&gt;there was this camp.. it was AWWWWW-SOME.&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.. its just that my back ached cuz my stupid sleeping bag was damn thin and the ground wasnt making it any better- &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was cold hard cruel Cement.&lt;/span&gt; yeahhh ouch. X[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no picutres... cuz as you all know.. i am using my bro`s phone.. which has no bluetoth what so&lt;br /&gt;ever and i cant connect to the com. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVEN THOUGH THE FRIGGIN PICTURE QUALITY ROX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh well.. sorry havnt been updating this blog so much.. its cuz i can now use the com only on weekends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the sad sad truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;CLARISSA/ DANIELLE/ KRISTINA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate ya`ll for getting into IJ. huh. &gt;;[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3483551174897593497?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3483551174897593497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3483551174897593497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3483551174897593497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3483551174897593497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2008/01/innocent-ones.html' title='The innocent ones'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-6346545431076751697</id><published>2007-12-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:52:53.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No BBQ??!</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;i cant go to the bbq today at sherwynns place. gar! cuz the thing starts 7pm and ends like dunno what time. soo my mum thinks its too dangerous outside.. but her place is near mine! not really near near but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhhhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i wanna go to the friggin bbq party! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna party&lt;br /&gt;i wanna eat cake!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not much of the last part but yeahh./.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i still wanna go.. "] this person has big house space to go crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it bubbling in me!! but i cant let it get out now can i.. i need to go crazzyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;havnt been crazy for a long while now ya know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh gawwwwd.. well its not really decided but ill pester my mum till i cant pester her no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHALL GO TO WAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ciao XOXOX&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-6346545431076751697?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/6346545431076751697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=6346545431076751697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6346545431076751697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/6346545431076751697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-bbq.html' title='No BBQ??!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3107755452221596800</id><published>2007-12-26T16:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T16:52:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after christmas</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey!! day after christmas..grrrr.. this is like the second time im typing this same blog entry cuz i suddenly lost connection!! gar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to write any moe.. but importamt mews&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.. My phone got phone locked and i dont know the friggin pass to unlock the damn phone. geez man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.. so now ya`ll know why i havnt been answerin you smss.. soo yeahh thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy lazy lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao XOXOX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3107755452221596800?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3107755452221596800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3107755452221596800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3107755452221596800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3107755452221596800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-after-christmas.html' title='The day after christmas'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-2186252938782808613</id><published>2007-12-24T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:41:56.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bwahahahaha!! &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Its Christmas Eve!!&lt;/span&gt; im at my cousins house right now.. ya know- livin it up. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway.. my sibs and i slept here yesterday and well &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;we started the morning off by going to the beach!&lt;/span&gt; teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really liked the beach- cuz the sun. And as you all know &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;im already dark as heck&lt;/span&gt; ;]&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. it was fun.. we had to build a sandcastle with my cousins and uncle+aunt. fun fun fun. i almost got all wet cuz the waves were soo high.. we waz wearin no swimsuites. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;WE DID NOT PLAN TO GET WET THERE!! but we did anyway ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caslte turned out alright.. it looked cool. soo much better than the ones at our P5 camp.. did we actually build sandcastles during the camp..??? i forgot. HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt alot from building the thing.. my aunt and uncle &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;tought us valuable stuff about our parents being the building equipment&lt;/span&gt; and..yeahhh.. sort of like a short retreat thing. didnt expect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate afterwards- there in the beach.. so it was also a picknick- is that how you spell it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Then we saw people taking pics of our castle..&lt;/span&gt; ((we didnt eat near the castle.. so yeahh))too bad we didnt have our own cameras.. huh. Even those angmo teens. TWAHAHAHHAHA!! our castle must have been awwww-some.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarrr.. so now im back at their place.. using the com.. surprisingly no ones in the room bugging me to get off the damn contraption ;] maybe they got bored looking at me type words.. Not much fun to them. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We`r gonna open presents &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;MIDNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what ill be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ;] XOXOXOX&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-2186252938782808613?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/2186252938782808613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=2186252938782808613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2186252938782808613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/2186252938782808613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2007/12/bwahahahaha-its-christmas-eve-im-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-7546111529334906840</id><published>2007-12-21T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T18:08:15.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stood out</title><content type='html'>gahh gahh gagagah  GAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the school HIHS then i noticed &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;i was the only green blob in the blue &amp;amp; white.. PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt; i mean.. you could easily spot me.. im sure i was the only thing standing out!! grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i registered and all that crap. im in 1Charity. Then i went up to the hall. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THE HALLS AIRCONATED!&lt;/span&gt; ;] woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at my class place.. and then i saw.. HER! i thought she was Amanda but she was someone i never did expect. i cant tell you her name.. cuz she said i couldnt until she could confirm that she would be in HI cuz she`s appeaing to another school. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want her to get to the other school but at the same time want her to stay with me. CUZ SHE`s THE ONLYE PERSON I KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; i sat next to her and "enjoyed" the wonderful speech.. =='  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS. LIM LIN LIN!! hahahahahahah!! -sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in the blue house. Go figure.&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; i`v been a blue person since p1..&lt;/span&gt; now in sec life too!? what the&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh i bought the books and uniform. i should have bought a shorter skirt cuz now i look like an Auntie. haizz.. but i love the PE uni though.. well sort of but yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;I figure im gonna be in this school for all four years. hope it`ll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing went better than i expected. at least  I wasnt the only green blob there.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; though it was JUST the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao XOOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-7546111529334906840?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/7546111529334906840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=7546111529334906840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7546111529334906840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/7546111529334906840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2007/12/stood-out.html' title='stood out'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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-6460107190744497368.post-3160822441923942085</id><published>2007-12-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:35:45.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent i am not!</title><content type='html'>grrr.. even though&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Holy Innocents &lt;/span&gt;was my first choice.. i didnt really wanna get accepted.. cuz ii was hoping IJ would accept me.. but ohh wells.&lt;br /&gt;Its still  a big school. Its just mixed. jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THIS BLOG HAS BEEN ABANDONED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naw not really.. its just that im too damn lazy to even log into blogger. teehee. sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyones going to IJ.. its just sooo annoying. grr. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i only love the uniform anyway..&lt;/span&gt; haha!! but&lt;br /&gt;man! im still bummed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to the school on this Friday 8.30am. Must not be late. gonna see my school mates.. calssmates.. classroom? right? errr or just explore the school.. yeahh.. i wonder how it`ll be like in sec school..? i mean.. its like starting p1 all over again..&lt;br /&gt;But being p1 was fun.. we were all so innocent and didnt care.. haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;New school (saying- life) yeap.&lt;/span&gt; MUST ADJJUST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz.. xo X[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460107190744497368-3160822441923942085?l=ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/feeds/3160822441923942085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6460107190744497368&amp;postID=3160822441923942085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3160822441923942085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6460107190744497368/posts/default/3160822441923942085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlastandfinalgoodnight.blogspot.com/2007/12/innocent-i-am-not.html' title='Innocent i am not!'/><author><name>Izzy MallowZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16448753987962106753</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></feed>
