<?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-6153937937584366503</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:50:50.098-07:00</updated><category term='REAL SUPERRRR SORRIIEEE'/><title type='text'>felacaraphonemy- spells</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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abandoning here.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;relink at &lt;a href="http://world-of-chance.com/"&gt;http://world-of-chance.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;but the first posts will be transfering the meaningful ones from here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-runaway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1085182121660049317?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1085182121660049317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1085182121660049317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1085182121660049317'/><link 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/&gt;fading into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;slowly; every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choked up in that tight blanket&lt;br /&gt;you're not letting go&lt;br /&gt;sealed in a tight satchet&lt;br /&gt;why're you taking control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this the only way you'll feel secure?&lt;br /&gt;tightening your grip&lt;br /&gt;you're hurting me even more&lt;br /&gt;and soon you're gonna slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4571257520995720861?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4571257520995720861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4571257520995720861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the gaps of other's books unwritten.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that each time i think i get a chance&lt;br /&gt;I end up sitting at the losing end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their stories began and ended&lt;br /&gt;yet mine is left unattended&lt;br /&gt;Have i run out of ink&lt;br /&gt;Or do i just need more time to think&lt;br /&gt;of ways to continue&lt;br /&gt;this dreary tale meant for two&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7024539444058517976?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7024539444058517976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=7024539444058517976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;like i've been stuck yet again&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;that will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure i felt bummed&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i was playing a game alone&lt;br /&gt;when it was actually meant for four&lt;br /&gt;i felt like no one was coming in&lt;br /&gt;though i was holding the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you came around&lt;br /&gt;promised me a friend in you&lt;br /&gt;you broke that ringing sound&lt;br /&gt;i've been trying to pierce through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there&lt;br /&gt;just to listen to what i had to say&lt;br /&gt;thanks for telling me&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like knowing&lt;br /&gt;that i've a friend in whom i can trust&lt;br /&gt;to turn my frown around&lt;br /&gt;to wipe off all the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've been so brilliant&lt;br /&gt;making me laugh at all your jokes&lt;br /&gt;yea, i've gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;you're one hilarious bloke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known you for so many years&lt;br /&gt;but one thing i've yet to see&lt;br /&gt;is you leaving a friend behind&lt;br /&gt;when they are in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again for helping me up&lt;br /&gt;thanks for those great laughs&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go now&lt;br /&gt;this poem's long enough.&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3442264115091482347?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3442264115091482347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3442264115091482347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3442264115091482347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3442264115091482347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-dude.html' title='thanks dude.'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8031722610470479352</id><published>2009-08-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:51:33.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it&lt;br /&gt;that when i feel like i've moved on&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to breathe again&lt;br /&gt;i've learned to be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my past comes back&lt;br /&gt;and brings me down&lt;br /&gt;making me hopelessly fall&lt;br /&gt;to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself that i'd forget&lt;br /&gt;everything they've ever said&lt;br /&gt;but looking through the other sets&lt;br /&gt;it's like my past is slowly being re-read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a candy grown sour in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;its like i started north, and ended up south&lt;br /&gt;It's like everything i touch turns to poison&lt;br /&gt;Its like all i ever wrote has become unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what must i do to face ahead&lt;br /&gt;and not go back to the times i've bled.&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-8031722610470479352?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3966922307091605070</id><published>2009-08-11T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:50:03.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please turn on the light</title><content type='html'>hey friend&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're going through is tough&lt;br /&gt;I might even be one of the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I might not understand your thoughts exactly&lt;br /&gt;But i promise that i'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault that you feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to work hard everyday&lt;br /&gt;You're just diligent remember that&lt;br /&gt;don't let other people's behaviour get into your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not understand the pain you're going through&lt;br /&gt;I may be too caught up with the fact i'm stuck with a fever and flu&lt;br /&gt;But when you're feeling down&lt;br /&gt;When you need a someone around&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;to bring a smile to a frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, do know&lt;br /&gt;that you've tried your best&lt;br /&gt;In fact just focus on what comes next&lt;br /&gt;Let Him do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect that you surely know&lt;br /&gt;But i'll try my best to be&lt;br /&gt;That friend you'll need through the storms&lt;br /&gt;You'll know you can rely on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3966922307091605070?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3966922307091605070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3966922307091605070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3966922307091605070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3966922307091605070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-turn-on-light.html' title='please turn on the light'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-6059294860430410126</id><published>2009-08-11T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:59:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>charge</title><content type='html'>Papers rustling&lt;br /&gt;Mind whirling&lt;br /&gt;Lips cursing&lt;br /&gt;Hair twirling&lt;br /&gt;Questions racing through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hoping the answers to the questions you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Clock ticking&lt;br /&gt;Heart beating.&lt;br /&gt;Pens inking&lt;br /&gt;Shoes clicking&lt;br /&gt;Fingers tapping&lt;br /&gt;Nervousness undisguised&lt;br /&gt;Much rejoicing&lt;br /&gt;When the invigilator says 'time'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furious scribbles decoding riddles&lt;br /&gt;Who's the who the what of thane?&lt;br /&gt;Searching in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Oh God please help me&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you're going insane&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-6059294860430410126?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/6059294860430410126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=6059294860430410126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6059294860430410126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6059294860430410126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/08/charge.html' title='charge'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3427300059635051999</id><published>2009-08-10T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:58:37.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind</title><content type='html'>disguised symphonies&lt;br /&gt;holding back tears&lt;br /&gt;unwritten lyrics&lt;br /&gt;holding back fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendly smiles&lt;br /&gt;hiding knives&lt;br /&gt;all the ones you least suspect&lt;br /&gt;actually in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gentle voice fills the room&lt;br /&gt;the melodies, they're ending way too soon.&lt;br /&gt;the spring has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm only left with this song&lt;br /&gt;leaving you to find&lt;br /&gt;the hurt which i carry&lt;br /&gt;beneath this little rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warm fire glow&lt;br /&gt;the still peaceful air&lt;br /&gt;turns into a tormenting silence&lt;br /&gt;becomes your worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the riddle behind my lines&lt;br /&gt;the questions behind my dancing eyes&lt;br /&gt;look deeper and you might find&lt;br /&gt;the truth about the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her plastered face has long ago cracked&lt;br /&gt;where i once saw beauty&lt;br /&gt;now what i saw has lacked&lt;br /&gt;no matter how hard i try to see&lt;br /&gt;those fairytales seem to be all a dream&lt;br /&gt;now that i've learned&lt;br /&gt;the truth about forever.&lt;br /&gt;the truth about me.&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3427300059635051999?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3427300059635051999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3427300059635051999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3427300059635051999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3427300059635051999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/08/behind.html' title='behind'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4039093695449367521</id><published>2009-08-08T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:59:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're walking in circles&lt;br /&gt;you're pacing up and down&lt;br /&gt;you're wondering how you're gonna tell her&lt;br /&gt;what if her heart will never be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that feels more like forever&lt;br /&gt;than counting the seconds till you know&lt;br /&gt;whether your feelings she follows&lt;br /&gt;whether with your heart she'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you she seems like a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;so real yet so far&lt;br /&gt;what if her heart's not for sale&lt;br /&gt;what if it leaves a big scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's for certain&lt;br /&gt;answers seem so far&lt;br /&gt;will she draw back the curtain&lt;br /&gt;to be where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't know for sure&lt;br /&gt;whether she'll accept your feelings&lt;br /&gt;will your determination be a lure&lt;br /&gt;or will it send her reeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing's for sure&lt;br /&gt;you'll try your hardest&lt;br /&gt;to know you've done what you could&lt;br /&gt;you'll pull her in your life's picture&lt;br /&gt;you'll even go the furthest&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, you'll know you should&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4039093695449367521?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4039093695449367521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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wacked out right.&lt;br /&gt;i ended up wearing the class tee.&lt;br /&gt;which in my personal opinion,&lt;br /&gt;IS A DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lucky it stayed on lo.&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine maybe the others were worst off...&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;large is MR THAM'S SIZE.&lt;br /&gt;Mr tham is kinda uh... tall?&lt;br /&gt;and i am kinda uh....&lt;br /&gt;i would say short here&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not that short&lt;br /&gt;not that short anyway,&lt;br /&gt;if i said i was short&lt;br /&gt;Abi will hammer me&lt;br /&gt;then i will be short&lt;br /&gt;which is leading me away from the point&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class isolation makes your class popular&lt;br /&gt;and makes me look like a hyped up flapjack with no where to go...&lt;br /&gt;specially since it was our dearest that was left to read the letter.&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO SLUR THOSE WORDS?&lt;br /&gt;she makes the already long letter ages...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;went hyper to the max&lt;br /&gt;without the boosts.&lt;br /&gt;how cool's that.&lt;br /&gt;bet cindy was caught unprepared&lt;br /&gt;cos i didn't drink mango juice&lt;br /&gt;and yet went that high...&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;that's all..&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;we ended up eating at bpp.&lt;br /&gt;and we became patriotic a tad late&lt;br /&gt;red and white ribbons not the solution for clipped up hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano was just&lt;br /&gt;piano...&lt;br /&gt;uh. yea.&lt;br /&gt;the most brilliant thing today...&lt;br /&gt;was...&lt;br /&gt;omgsh. you know what happened yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;then this small boy came on&lt;br /&gt;and he didn't have a seat.&lt;br /&gt;so he turned to me and like&lt;br /&gt;ordered "eh. gimme your seat"&lt;br /&gt;he was nuggins small.&lt;br /&gt;not even just small&lt;br /&gt;but nuggins small&lt;br /&gt;even if he sat on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE WOULD NOTICE....&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;he fussed so much a man gave him his seat&lt;br /&gt;and i gave mine to his sister&lt;br /&gt;who is freaking cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's just sitting down now.&lt;br /&gt;tired from dancing&lt;br /&gt;well.&lt;br /&gt;ballet work today would just kill me&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i'll just sit here.&lt;br /&gt;the conversation going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maycia: cos sec three&lt;br /&gt;cindy: why?&lt;br /&gt;me: popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;tongtong:*i don't wanna dance anymore* face&lt;br /&gt;maycia: i thought you were studyin&lt;br /&gt;me: yea. i was. but now i'm bloggin... at least i was studyin...&lt;br /&gt;cindy: i'll show you the steps?&lt;br /&gt;me thinking: what steps cindy, you laugh so hard you fall halfway&lt;br /&gt;omgsh SSHHH.&lt;br /&gt;she'll kill me if she sees this...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm staring at my parents wedding photo&lt;br /&gt;they look so... uh...&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;okay i can't form an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking at my baby photo&lt;br /&gt;people always look at my baby photos and go&lt;br /&gt;:omg so cute&lt;br /&gt;then the look at me and go&lt;br /&gt;:omg, what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mean right?&lt;br /&gt;haha. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm the only one they can laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the only one who doesn get whats going half the time...&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;jason mraz's cd is staring me at the face...&lt;br /&gt;the lollipop i got from Mr seow(spell likdat?)&lt;br /&gt;is poppin out...&lt;br /&gt;mr seow and his chickens.&lt;br /&gt;me and my stupid&lt;br /&gt;" he's threshing"&lt;br /&gt;hence the lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy is so funny larh.&lt;br /&gt;she's like sitting down and looking at me&lt;br /&gt;but the funny part.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot reveal.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;my brother must be sad....&lt;br /&gt;don't have the house to himself...&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;he has a wonderful sister like me&lt;br /&gt;what more can he ask for&lt;br /&gt;i'd better go though&lt;br /&gt;before my ego shoots colossal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for physics&lt;br /&gt;i shant bother...&lt;br /&gt;but seriously&lt;br /&gt;IT TURNS KNOBS?&lt;br /&gt;thats like super cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;someone turn on the fan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4286131003380307134?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4286131003380307134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4286131003380307134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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clear&lt;br /&gt;no one but me can hear&lt;br /&gt;don't you love it when i'm not there&lt;br /&gt;don't you love my cries of despair&lt;br /&gt;don't you love the fact that i'm&lt;br /&gt;disappearing into time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solitude envelopes me&lt;br /&gt;as my tears break away&lt;br /&gt;you will never see&lt;br /&gt;what you're doing to me day after day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so clueless in your own world&lt;br /&gt;leaving everyone out&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here alone&lt;br /&gt;with my mind full of doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do some people seem to have the world in their hands&lt;br /&gt;while others live their life as a game&lt;br /&gt;playing a life of pretend&lt;br /&gt;what's all the crap of our footprints left in the sand&lt;br /&gt;i'm left in the cold with no one around&lt;br /&gt;no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get better and then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;past your foolish minds&lt;br /&gt;that underneath your fake smiles&lt;br /&gt;you're no better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't try to make me jealous&lt;br /&gt;i've played that game before&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not such a fool, i won't believe&lt;br /&gt;then you'll just end up with the losing score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so perfect about your life&lt;br /&gt;you're so insecure&lt;br /&gt;you see the need to put others down&lt;br /&gt;with daggers you set a lure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i won't get tricked&lt;br /&gt;because i know&lt;br /&gt;you're not who you say you are&lt;br /&gt;your fake smiles and friendly laughter&lt;br /&gt;hide a knife you'll suffer from soon later&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[disbelief]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-9086705245787353257?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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you thought were worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Seems to end up blocking your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friend i don't have all the solutions&lt;br /&gt;I'm still figuring it for myself&lt;br /&gt;This feelings of mixed fusions&lt;br /&gt;I've tried leaving them on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they always find their way to me&lt;br /&gt;And bring me hopeless falling to the ground&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left to do is to face them&lt;br /&gt;Show them they can't mess when you're around&lt;br /&gt;There's no problem in the world to big&lt;br /&gt;that you and God can't handle together&lt;br /&gt;He'll keep you safe in His loving arms&lt;br /&gt;Your worries shall vanish with him forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't carry your burdens on your own&lt;br /&gt;you'll soon find they're too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;Surrender your troubles to Him&lt;br /&gt;For you he really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're caught in the deepest torments&lt;br /&gt;Facing the strongest wind&lt;br /&gt;He'll be there to pull you through&lt;br /&gt;On Him you can always lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;i may not be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I may do stuff that i too, till this day regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't shoulder all your burdens alone&lt;br /&gt;It's such a heavy stone&lt;br /&gt;Know that anytime you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there&lt;br /&gt;till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-8559391321683336138?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8559391321683336138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=8559391321683336138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8559391321683336138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8559391321683336138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-one-other.html' title='There&apos;s one other'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4386292195361273075</id><published>2009-07-27T05:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T05:59:19.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not jealous no i'm not.i just want everything she's got</title><content type='html'>feelin rather bummed.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not jealous no.&lt;br /&gt;i love my brother.&lt;br /&gt;i just wished he'd talk to me more&lt;br /&gt;blardy computer.&lt;br /&gt;i could trade tons of stuff just so he'd throw the damn computer away.&lt;br /&gt;i remeember i used to complain when he could go out with the church youth and he'd go out for so long.&lt;br /&gt;i'd pay anything now&lt;br /&gt;for him to go out with them&lt;br /&gt;then spend time on his computer.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;cos even when he's around,&lt;br /&gt;he's not.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts.&lt;br /&gt;kinda bad.&lt;br /&gt;yep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's here&lt;br /&gt;yet it seems&lt;br /&gt;like it's only his silouhette&lt;br /&gt;Its a dull cheer&lt;br /&gt;knowing he'd ignore&lt;br /&gt;his family for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop crying&lt;br /&gt;it's probably not of any worth&lt;br /&gt;but each time i think of it&lt;br /&gt;it gets on my nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything in the world&lt;br /&gt;to rewind the time&lt;br /&gt;to when he'd build me tents&lt;br /&gt;and show me how to climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those boulders didn't seem so tall&lt;br /&gt;when he was there to catch me if i were to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his smile, his laughter is begining to fade&lt;br /&gt;can't no one tell?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't no one care?&lt;br /&gt;to have him back, the world i'd trade&lt;br /&gt;to get him out of his shell&lt;br /&gt;just for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't anyone but me see he's fading away?&lt;br /&gt;doesn't anybody know he's different from the past days?&lt;br /&gt;and who knows if he's hurting inside&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say, is i really tried.&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-319850853314791396</id><published>2009-07-26T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:24:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession kills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you've had a world of chances &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you just got too obsessed in your own ways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea i admit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't stand it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i grew up differently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so don't blame me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got older knowing that it shouldn't be this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it got crafted into me day after day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was just tiring.&lt;br /&gt;sadly it was our last DLT session.&lt;br /&gt;and ballet was just.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;i think my toes died after pointe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-everytime you lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-319850853314791396?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/319850853314791396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-157547783973011625</id><published>2009-07-24T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:41:04.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>left confused&lt;br /&gt;feelings refused&lt;br /&gt;what should i do&lt;br /&gt;my soul's torn in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wong with my head&lt;br /&gt;pouring water into jars&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with what you said?&lt;br /&gt;well, it's left scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm long gone from the time when tears fell&lt;br /&gt;i've left from my dreams, i've broken the shell&lt;br /&gt;yet standing here realizing it all&lt;br /&gt;i've found the bruises from my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the shutters snapped shut&lt;br /&gt;and then reopened&lt;br /&gt;it left a cut&lt;br /&gt;and yet it was chosen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i knew it all along&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just didn't want to see&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was in the lines between that song&lt;br /&gt;what's been is gone but i'll change what is to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is an essay without an eraser&lt;br /&gt;the cancellation marks won't fully recover&lt;br /&gt;they can't hide the fact&lt;br /&gt;that there's been an error&lt;br /&gt;they can't hide the tracks&lt;br /&gt;of the hidden terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-157547783973011625?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/157547783973011625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1442344263820908498</id><published>2009-07-24T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T03:56:12.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coffee pork ribs for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;got really high in the mrt cos of cofee and started embarrassingly pointing out&lt;br /&gt;all those parts in macbeth for lit&lt;br /&gt;out loud in the mrt.&lt;br /&gt;i think my reputation is now completely gone&lt;br /&gt;eitherwise only a small sliver of it is left.&lt;br /&gt;that's the only thing i remember about thursday that's worth mentioning&lt;br /&gt;netball was cool.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, i don't wanna be a news caster when i grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; can't stand chinese class...&lt;br /&gt;not that i can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand...&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know what the news report is all about...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today either.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;previews are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the sun meets the earth&lt;br /&gt;as the moon parts from the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;as the ship leaves the firth&lt;br /&gt;we watch all these in unision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day has slipped by&lt;br /&gt;almost without our knowing&lt;br /&gt;one day down our life&lt;br /&gt;without stopping it just kept going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the absence of light becomes obvious&lt;br /&gt;do we wonder what we've done of this day that's of any worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we gaze in reverent awe&lt;br /&gt;at this picture painted my nature&lt;br /&gt;do we realize one more day is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what then have we accomplished in this precious daylight&lt;br /&gt;is it something we can only feel&lt;br /&gt;or something by sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on change lives&lt;br /&gt;touch a heart&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't matter what other people think&lt;br /&gt;so long as you do your part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos when the dust settles&lt;br /&gt;when the flames have lost their fuse&lt;br /&gt;the only thing worth keeping&lt;br /&gt;is the smile of someone you've helped&lt;br /&gt;whom others have refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's easy to help a beautiful seed&lt;br /&gt;so i'm challenging you to help those really in need&lt;br /&gt;they are the ones&lt;br /&gt;dying for a kind deed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple smile to show them they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;for it counts more inside&lt;br /&gt;then where people may view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day comes to an end,&lt;br /&gt;when the sun settles down&lt;br /&gt;moving somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;to brighten the world of others&lt;br /&gt;The deciding mood you wear- a smile or a frown&lt;br /&gt;can come from what else?&lt;br /&gt;but the way you dealt&lt;br /&gt;with those cold shutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy&lt;br /&gt;rather difficult in fact&lt;br /&gt;but just focus on what you've to do&lt;br /&gt;he'll keep the rest intact.&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&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/6153937937584366503-1442344263820908498?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8552549123331187675</id><published>2009-07-23T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:38:59.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as night falls&lt;br /&gt;as dreams get shattered&lt;br /&gt;as days past&lt;br /&gt;as your heart gets tattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as dawn breaks&lt;br /&gt;as hope comes again&lt;br /&gt;someone comes in&lt;br /&gt;and turns you insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the last leave falls&lt;br /&gt;as winter awaits&lt;br /&gt;your thoughts of escaping this hell&lt;br /&gt;is ripped away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the silhouette of the last soul fades away&lt;br /&gt;watching today turn into yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid soon no one will stay&lt;br /&gt;when they find out the truth about my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;the ache behind the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't carry on like this&lt;br /&gt;smiles don't always last&lt;br /&gt;they crack their way into your heart&lt;br /&gt;they leave you as an outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no amount of laughter&lt;br /&gt;can wipe away the tears&lt;br /&gt;no amount of joy&lt;br /&gt;can wipe away the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hidden beneath the smiles&lt;br /&gt;that few can ever see&lt;br /&gt;lies those secrets that no one ever discovers&lt;br /&gt;unless they bother to see through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-8552549123331187675?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8552549123331187675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7336184953512936382</id><published>2009-07-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:39:14.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's about time you realize that you're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;paintin the picture&lt;br /&gt;thinkin you've won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time you consider the fact&lt;br /&gt;that someone else&lt;br /&gt;might be better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your heart&lt;br /&gt;where is your conscience&lt;br /&gt;you play the part&lt;br /&gt;but you claim the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time&lt;br /&gt;you change your way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;before you realize,&lt;br /&gt;without them,&lt;br /&gt;you're sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7336184953512936382?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7336184953512936382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=7336184953512936382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7336184953512936382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7336184953512936382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-about-time-you-realize-that-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>life on 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who you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the strings you've tied are in one tangled mess&lt;br /&gt;you're never gonna get out till you confess&lt;br /&gt;but you've gone so far with so many lies&lt;br /&gt;just one word, can't take away that look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're running from yourself&lt;br /&gt;running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;you're living in lies&lt;br /&gt;drowning in your own shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep walking your path&lt;br /&gt;digging up dirt&lt;br /&gt;unleash your wrath&lt;br /&gt;cause the hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon you'll find out&lt;br /&gt;the only one on the losing end is you&lt;br /&gt;you may start these mind games&lt;br /&gt;but mind you, you're just gonna lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-6156603085508839435?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5318261980216525839</id><published>2009-07-18T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T08:11:17.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey!!&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;suprisingly more fun then i thought it'd be&lt;br /&gt;first off in the morning,was breakfast!!&lt;br /&gt;usually i just skip it,&lt;br /&gt;but i was feeling high so...&lt;br /&gt;then netball!!!&lt;br /&gt;we were helping out with the DSA proccess&lt;br /&gt;but i felt like a total failure.&lt;br /&gt;wasn feelin really well.&lt;br /&gt;felt so disorientated&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;ms lin was like"yea i could tell you're unwell you looked like ioooomm"&lt;br /&gt;then she did a look a like of what i looked like&lt;br /&gt;red faced, gonna die and&lt;br /&gt;you get the point:D&lt;br /&gt;then i headed down to novena&lt;br /&gt;to meet my MOMMMIE!!eee!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.YAMI YOUGHURT frozen with cereal is the best&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the fact i was kinda sick&lt;br /&gt;oh well,haha!we shopped a 'lil'&lt;br /&gt;lunched at hans&lt;br /&gt;and talked about harry potter&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;talking to my mom can be frustratin but amusin just the same&lt;br /&gt;for example&lt;br /&gt;there was once&lt;br /&gt;she asked my brother what he was doing&lt;br /&gt;he was like "i'm playing x-box.&lt;br /&gt;my dad asked my mom&lt;br /&gt;"what is he doin?"&lt;br /&gt;my mom went&lt;br /&gt;"oh, he's playing with your ice-box"&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then went down to church for worship practice&lt;br /&gt;eek.&lt;br /&gt;for some sense of funked miscommunication.&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought there wasn any practice&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;they were nice to rush down just the same&lt;br /&gt;peachy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yf was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i especially loved the games led by rachel!&lt;br /&gt;don't forget the lyrics:)&lt;br /&gt;great fun&lt;br /&gt;the guys have weird impressions of certain songs though.&lt;br /&gt;funny enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was ayff&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;after youth fellowship fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;it was reunion with mos&lt;br /&gt;though this time with a whole lot more people&lt;br /&gt;it was rad fun&lt;br /&gt;doin random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;pointing upwards...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;well, it was my first impression!!!&lt;br /&gt;had a great awesome brilliant time!xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worship was good,&lt;br /&gt;mel did a good job lo!XD&lt;br /&gt;lunch was at thompson plaza!!&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MCFLY'S RADIO ACTIVE CD!!!&lt;br /&gt;finalllyyyyyy!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't buy it...&lt;br /&gt;yep. feel the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i think my muscles are all torn now.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun just the same though.&lt;br /&gt;my poor friend loss her wallet&lt;br /&gt;and i got to meet a cool girl&lt;br /&gt;who has this funky cool accent&lt;br /&gt;and she dances jaazzz!!&lt;br /&gt;pretty erh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner with aunty ju's family.&lt;br /&gt;my brother and nat share the same birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so envious.&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted someone to share the same birthday with me!!&lt;br /&gt;food was peachy.&lt;br /&gt;filled up to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know spectators of short putt thingamajig&lt;br /&gt;were in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;good to know:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;back home now...&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You sing to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Too bad you couldn't even stay on key &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If your life is such a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Why don't you just stick to acting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Oh Here we go again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You couldn't find my number until when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You thought that you could get to my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Without a script your game is lacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5318261980216525839?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5318261980216525839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5318261980216525839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5318261980216525839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5318261980216525839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/saturday-heyhey-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>life on 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brilliant:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was fun&lt;br /&gt;my legs kept getting tangled.&lt;br /&gt;a disgrace i know:)&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;literature is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;although i still think macbeth is morbit&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;erh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was smack fun.&lt;br /&gt;firstly,&lt;br /&gt;the new vice principal came to our class&lt;br /&gt;being young and innocent&lt;br /&gt;or rather ignorant and rude&lt;br /&gt;we didnt' know she was the vp.&lt;br /&gt;so we were all "good morning teacher"&lt;br /&gt;of course my friend's response was huge&lt;br /&gt;whe the vp went "i'm your new vp"&lt;br /&gt;she was like "HUH?!"&lt;br /&gt;the vp was like :" and your dear friend here shows shock very evidently"&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;she went on talking like all vps do.&lt;br /&gt;and our dear wang tisa came back from a trip to i don't know where&lt;br /&gt;cos her temp was above 37.6&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she was like&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me teacher, the person gave me this slip. what do i do?"&lt;br /&gt;"then now how? aiyoh like that arh"&lt;br /&gt;then the vp played along.&lt;br /&gt;explained the slip&lt;br /&gt;tisa was like&lt;br /&gt;"huh, like that then how,arh, teacher you help me sign.&lt;br /&gt;eh teacher i go toilet first ah, you wait"&lt;br /&gt;when she left&lt;br /&gt;the whole class was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LAUGHIN THEIR GUTS TO THE HEAVENS OUT BRILLIANTLY CHOKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the vp was really amused...&lt;br /&gt;like.&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;poor tisa when she found out&lt;br /&gt;i don't think she was that bothered though&lt;br /&gt;she just went&lt;br /&gt;"reallly arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KINDA LOUDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dear tisa is really funnily amusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's high light was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HARRY POTTER with the netballers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athough it was kinda blur,&lt;br /&gt;forgot my lenses don't have my astimatism degree.&lt;br /&gt;so...ouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;the movie was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;definitely hilarious and sweet&lt;br /&gt;with chemistry between ron and hermoine.&lt;br /&gt;haha. those two are super cute together.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;as for the other stuff&lt;br /&gt;it wasn like awesome.&lt;br /&gt;fun to watch&lt;br /&gt;as a whole netball team...&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn the best one.&lt;br /&gt;neat all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;IT WAS HILARIOUS THOUGH&lt;br /&gt;AND SUPER SADDDDED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially when dumbledore died...(did i spell it right?)&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;i wont get to tell you&lt;br /&gt;that i'm suppose to be doing my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think i gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are closing.&lt;br /&gt;talk more another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-don't say you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cos i'm not even hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REMEMBER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DEMI'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NEW &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ALBUM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5835254028411317620?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5835254028411317620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5835254028411317620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5835254028411317620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5835254028411317620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-was-happy.html' title='harry potter was happy'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1273829133657293873</id><published>2009-07-10T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:16:49.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey friend.</title><content type='html'>Life can be such a pain&lt;br /&gt;Life can really drive you insane.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you realize&lt;br /&gt;now one's there to listen&lt;br /&gt;know one even tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just knowing that you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;helped me get through&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad to have a friend&lt;br /&gt;and awesome friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i frowned&lt;br /&gt;got drowned right in my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;you came right around&lt;br /&gt;promised me a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think it's so cliche&lt;br /&gt;but this line i've gotta say&lt;br /&gt;the world comes to live and everything's right&lt;br /&gt;from beginning to end when you've gotta a friend by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made so many idiotic mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;i've lied, told anyone that i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;but somehow you always knew&lt;br /&gt;the feelings i held which i never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He blessed me with such an awesome friend like you&lt;br /&gt;now i'm through in one piece&lt;br /&gt;oh i wouldn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;if you had not come to pull he through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad it's over&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i can smile&lt;br /&gt;i'm too young to walk that long mile&lt;br /&gt;the fork in the road i took a wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it was worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to know through a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;that He'll always be there&lt;br /&gt;even though the silence rings so loud.&lt;br /&gt;he'll pick you up&lt;br /&gt;cos you're his child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1273829133657293873?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1273829133657293873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1273829133657293873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1273829133657293873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1273829133657293873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-friend.html' title='hey friend.'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1193498858800277535</id><published>2009-07-10T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:17:23.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;it's over.it's done. i'm glad. i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too young for this.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;I'M GLAD IT'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;jest will agree.xd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;just came back from Ikea with my dad...&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;managed to pick up some gifts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning,&lt;br /&gt;i jerked awake&lt;br /&gt;and for some incredibly insane reason&lt;br /&gt;probably the same reason why i wrecked english class&lt;br /&gt;and hugged the wrong dad...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i jumped outta bed.&lt;br /&gt;like really fast&lt;br /&gt;which is probably the reason why my leg hurts&lt;br /&gt;like the leaning tower of pizza's leg hurts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;bet you didn't know huh.&lt;br /&gt;but the leaning tower of pizza's leg hurts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;and why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;simple.&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaning in one direction.&lt;br /&gt;putting all its weight on one side&lt;br /&gt;that is a giagantic horrendous leg injury waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;believe me,&lt;br /&gt;it's true.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i jumped outa bed.&lt;br /&gt;ran to my parent's room&lt;br /&gt;went like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I'M LAAATE FOR SCHOOOOL!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke the hell outta them.&lt;br /&gt;ran for the washroom,&lt;br /&gt;brushed my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;went back to the room&lt;br /&gt;saw the time and almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;three in the morning is no time to wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;i reached school at the usual,&lt;br /&gt;round six thirty five...&lt;br /&gt;and slept&lt;br /&gt;and slept.&lt;br /&gt;and slept.&lt;br /&gt;i love days without morning assembly:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pbl was today.&lt;br /&gt;hated it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;cept for the fact that we gotta skip a few lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eli: actually i came to propose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;shelby: propose?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eli: well, after our first date when you told me you hate first dates and second dates,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;       i thought maybe we should just skip to marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Amazingly, Shleby was able to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that he was only half joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm high!!&lt;br /&gt;i re-read Jodi Picoult's Second Glance again.&lt;br /&gt;i lovely awesome book.&lt;br /&gt;sad, but seriously&lt;br /&gt;you have to agreee.&lt;br /&gt;Jodi Picoult's books are so awesome&lt;br /&gt;the way she describes stuff&lt;br /&gt;and the way she makes the characters'  personality&lt;br /&gt;create what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way she writes about the lawsuits is so...&lt;br /&gt;woah..&lt;br /&gt;but my favourite is still &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lawsuits and storyline is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;WOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read it for thousands of times.&lt;br /&gt;and i lost my book!!&lt;br /&gt;sadddded...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i'll find it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to catch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;bring along a huge colossal tissue box...&lt;br /&gt;you'll need it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with Jason Mraz's songs.&lt;br /&gt;they are the best&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting mcfly&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;i can't get radio active.&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then there's demi's album coming out soon&lt;br /&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;so much good music!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;La La Land&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;br /&gt;awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;wicked funny&lt;br /&gt;entertaining&lt;br /&gt;and my throat hurts!&lt;br /&gt;jest, i love the whole mic surround system.&lt;br /&gt;remined my of&lt;br /&gt;mike stand...-ly&lt;br /&gt;mike standly.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JEST, THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR POEMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M FEELING LOADS BETTER NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW THAT IT'S ALL OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel peachy&lt;br /&gt;and and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm sunny monroe from so random&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BIG BURSTING BALL OF SUNSHINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out check it out check it out check it out check it out check it out check it out&lt;br /&gt;check it out check it out check it out check it out check it out check it out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, piano theory now&lt;br /&gt;i'm always doing it last minute:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-i've got beautiful eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dude, you needa resize!xd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1193498858800277535?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1193498858800277535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1193498858800277535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1193498858800277535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1193498858800277535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/yesyes.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1493015946382551793</id><published>2009-07-08T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:31:59.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to declare</title><content type='html'>We keep doing what we do&lt;br /&gt;has anyone ever thought if it'd be any use&lt;br /&gt;What if none of our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;all that's left is a worn out fuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had nothing to declare&lt;br /&gt;no lies, no not even despair&lt;br /&gt;but wrong digits spilled it out&lt;br /&gt;my feeling's all gone&lt;br /&gt;i'm left in the drought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep heading in the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;If no one pulls you out, what'll happen&lt;br /&gt;What if the torments ahead are unforseen&lt;br /&gt;What if everything you know becomes a has been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with love anyway&lt;br /&gt;it comes so close then gets blown away&lt;br /&gt;it's hard not to keep you wondering.&lt;br /&gt;It really doesn't mea a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've done what i should have&lt;br /&gt;ticked all those little checks&lt;br /&gt;but when you look back you come to realize&lt;br /&gt;in the midst you get drowned in the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me how&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;i'd never count&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1493015946382551793?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1493015946382551793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1493015946382551793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1493015946382551793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1493015946382551793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-to-declare.html' title='Nothing to declare'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5022014673122838297</id><published>2009-06-29T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T05:37:25.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So much to say&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays passed&lt;br /&gt;Right before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to go back&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate his job&lt;br /&gt;Hate being alone&lt;br /&gt;Cos when it's dark&lt;br /&gt;It gets cold as stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i'm stuck doing some essay&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with all those unreachables swimming in my head&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Will H1 N1 come and leave me for dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be quarantined so i don't have to face school&lt;br /&gt;But i don't want anyone sick so what do i do&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hand in my homework tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So im just sitting here letting blogger drown my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else went to heaven I was told&lt;br /&gt;I guess life really can't be bought or sold&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay millions to keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;But i guess God has his plans, in his own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now when i'm pouring everything out&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone at home trying not to frown&lt;br /&gt;The house is quiet without a single sound&lt;br /&gt;But i can hear silence all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold sound&lt;br /&gt;It rings in your ears&lt;br /&gt;It stays hidden&lt;br /&gt;Even after many years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid two years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget how to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid what i have now&lt;br /&gt;Won't be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laughter can't keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;And even my laughter won't always survive&lt;br /&gt;I might soon find my laughter has no use&lt;br /&gt;I might lose it all, like a burnt out fuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then i know you'll come&lt;br /&gt;Your love'll tide me over&lt;br /&gt;Cos i know your love&lt;br /&gt;Endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gloria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5022014673122838297?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5022014673122838297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5022014673122838297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5022014673122838297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5022014673122838297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-many-things-on-my-mind-so-much-to.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-2342012322256196612</id><published>2009-06-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:20:23.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be here, there, somewhere in between</title><content type='html'>oh right. i really wanna post bout church camp and the awana trip&lt;br /&gt;but i'm lazy....&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-juliette.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.the-juliette.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;xd!&lt;br /&gt;haha. sorry, when i'm not so lazy i'll post my version.&lt;br /&gt;i would post some pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;but you guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm plain lazy....&lt;br /&gt;and admitting it&lt;br /&gt;is the first step to recovery&lt;br /&gt;so soon,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna recover!!!&lt;br /&gt;yay me...&lt;br /&gt;tuds to london...&lt;br /&gt;as in london tipton....&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;from the suite life&lt;br /&gt;hilaious shows...&lt;br /&gt;kkay&lt;br /&gt;i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;i'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait i wanna share an awesome song from demi.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gift Of A Friend (Demi Lovato)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes You think You'll Be Find by Yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause a Dream is a Wish You Make all alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its Easy to Feel Like You Dont Need Help&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But Its Harder To Walk On Your Own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll ChangeInside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The World Comes To Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Everythings Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Beginning To End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Have a Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Your Side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Helps You To Find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beauty Of All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You'll Open Your Heart andBelieve in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gift of a Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone Who knows When Your Lost and Your Scared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There through The Highs and The Lows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone You Can Count On, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone Who Cares Besides You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Ever You Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll Change Inside When You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The World Comes To Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Everythings Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Beginning To End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Have a Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Your Side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Helps You To Find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beauty Of All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You'll Open Your Heart and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gift of a Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And When The Hope Crashes Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shattering To The Ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll, You'll Feel All Alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Dont Know Which Way To Go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And There's No Such Leading You On&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're Not Alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The World Comes To Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Everythings Alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From Beginning To End&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Have a Friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Your Side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Helps You To Find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beauty Of All &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You'll Open Your Heart and Believe In&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When You Believe InYou Can Believe In&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Th gift of a friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prettttty right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2342012322256196612?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2342012322256196612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2342012322256196612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2342012322256196612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2342012322256196612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanna-be-here-there-somewhere-in.html' title='I wanna be here, there, somewhere in between'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1931530100100006897</id><published>2009-06-10T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:35:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now what?</title><content type='html'>Alright.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm back....&lt;br /&gt;i'm not in black&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not delusional&lt;br /&gt;i just did something my mom told me not to do...&lt;br /&gt;i just set the shampoo on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;believe me i've a very good reason...&lt;br /&gt;the reason is...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;the soap is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and the conditioner is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;the face toner is on the floor&lt;br /&gt;the shampoo was getting lonely as it was not on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stand to see it sad&lt;br /&gt;it's very good shampoo...&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to say at this point,&lt;br /&gt;that the shampoo gives you lucious curls...&lt;br /&gt;but since i don't have curly hair&lt;br /&gt;i'll just say it's good shampoo and stop at there.&lt;br /&gt;well of course i shall fail to mention&lt;br /&gt;that if i hadn't placed the soap, conditioner, face wash and toner on the floor&lt;br /&gt;then the shampoo wouldn be lonely&lt;br /&gt;but if i didn't,&lt;br /&gt;then i wouldn be telling you all this&lt;br /&gt;and then you'll miss out....&lt;br /&gt;i am so thoughtful!xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like changing the blogskinbut i don't know what to change it to.&lt;br /&gt;anyone help?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you a candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just babysitted two sisters&lt;br /&gt;and their two year old brother&lt;br /&gt;incredibluy cute.&lt;br /&gt;cept he refused to wear any clothes&lt;br /&gt;they are so adorable&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;they are tons amusin!&lt;br /&gt;they even drew pictures for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;they are so fun...&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i'm gonna photoshop&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;doing whatever you have to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-salt&amp;amp;pepper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1931530100100006897?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1931530100100006897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1931530100100006897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1931530100100006897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1931530100100006897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-what.html' title='now what?'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5376830947461519884</id><published>2009-06-08T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:18:42.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i've been waiting for you to call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;can you hear my heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;cos i can't feel nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lovely time today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;NATM2 is WICKED AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cupids are the jobros!!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;then maycia anc i spent like one and a half hours and lots of drinks&lt;br /&gt;tryna finish some spicy noodle thing,&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;the jest called&lt;br /&gt;jamie lost her tablet&lt;br /&gt;and then "oh! jamie found it alr"&lt;br /&gt;haha then we met with her and mel&lt;br /&gt;and then to the movie.&lt;br /&gt;here is the fun part&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the movie&lt;br /&gt;the show suddenly blanked and then&lt;br /&gt;"you get the best of both worlds!&lt;br /&gt;chill it out take it slow then you rock out the show!&lt;br /&gt;you get the best of both worlds!"&lt;br /&gt;and then we were like &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;?!HUH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was okay for us&lt;br /&gt;but imagine the people watching Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;they'd be like&lt;br /&gt;"You get the best..."&lt;br /&gt;then this big dinosaur bone thingamajig comes.&lt;br /&gt;i say, they'd be frightened outta their wits&lt;br /&gt;"where's hannah montana? did she turn into a dino?&lt;br /&gt;where is she? i want hannah montana!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;oops for that...&lt;br /&gt;haha oh well&lt;br /&gt;made the movie more interesting...&lt;br /&gt;they had HM posters all over ps&lt;br /&gt;like big ones&lt;br /&gt;and i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;REALLY BIG POSTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;REALLY DUGGONED BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't belive how big it is....&lt;br /&gt;and she was on the floor too a rather weird way of advertising herself...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe some people don't like her&lt;br /&gt;so they put it on the floor so ppl step on her...&lt;br /&gt;"winks to jest" sad...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think miley's acting is awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;despite everything,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dinner we were stuffed full.&lt;br /&gt;mel bought ice and she flicked it a me&lt;br /&gt;so i tried flicking it back&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i hit some stranger sitting beside her....&lt;br /&gt;oh oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M REALLY SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HEY LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAYBE I THOUGHT YOU WERE TOO HOTT!":)xd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;gratefully, the person wasn angry... a little surprised is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkay i gtg&lt;br /&gt;talk more another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-anotherside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5376830947461519884?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5376830947461519884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5376830947461519884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5376830947461519884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5376830947461519884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-waiting-for-you-to-call-can.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-2163048599484857639</id><published>2009-06-07T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:09:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright,&lt;br /&gt;i haven't posted for a nuggin long time...&lt;br /&gt;a rreeaaalllyyyy nuggin long time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;but but doesn't that show that i've been a very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OBEDIENT KID?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave out the part where i spend my time watching comedies&lt;br /&gt;then uh huh, you can say that about me&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but each time i start blogging&lt;br /&gt;someone goes&lt;br /&gt;hey! the new episode is out!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll be like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"WOAH! CHECK IT OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; check it out check it out check it out&lt;br /&gt;then yea...&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now's the holidays&lt;br /&gt;so far nothing much going on...&lt;br /&gt;i managed to find a swim suit though...&lt;br /&gt;no easy task...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for church camp this saturday!&lt;br /&gt;i love the car rides!&lt;br /&gt;they are &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;well, for me anyway&lt;br /&gt;not so much for my family who have to put up with&lt;br /&gt;my howling...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i can't listen to songs without singing&lt;br /&gt;it's like being able to walk but not walking.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee......&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry wrong expression&lt;br /&gt;eeeeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i had ballet today&lt;br /&gt;then the teacher was teaching me the last part of the dance&lt;br /&gt;it was okay till the last part&lt;br /&gt;then it was just one whol mess of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go with mel, maycia and jest for a movie...&lt;br /&gt;i think...&lt;br /&gt;i think it's tomorrrow,&lt;br /&gt;well if i go tmr and they're not there&lt;br /&gt;then i'll know for sure it's not tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;so wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thenthen....&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happen lo...&lt;br /&gt;cept for maycia and i sitting at the only seats left at mos today for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;that place was duggoned crowded&lt;br /&gt;so we had to sit and the seats facing the outside where you watch people past...&lt;br /&gt;so i was like covering me food and going "is mine. don't take."&lt;br /&gt;then maycia was laughin so hard...&lt;br /&gt;and then the butterfly prawns were so fattening.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i cut my tongue...&lt;br /&gt;it hurts and i sound funny when i talk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to popular.&lt;br /&gt;and then i'd tell you that i was very disciplined and didn't get anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;BUT THE PEN IN MY PENCIL CASE IS SPOILED!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"note how i fail to mention that i never did like that pen anyway and that i still have others"&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;we picked up some other stuff for like the holidays&lt;br /&gt;so we had stuff to do&lt;br /&gt;but sqiurlies are like costly...&lt;br /&gt;and the colors weren so bright anyway&lt;br /&gt;i bet they added milk instead of solid paint&lt;br /&gt;that's why the colors are so milky&lt;br /&gt;and then they still sell it for woah....&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad is watching some irish dance right now.&lt;br /&gt;those people are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ED BONZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A WOA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;H AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NO KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;its like their legs are like&lt;br /&gt;non stop moving.&lt;br /&gt;wo-ah!&lt;br /&gt;if you could see my face&lt;br /&gt;its a mixture of awe and thirst.&lt;br /&gt;i am thirsty....&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'll post more later yea?&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm gonna go watch&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-checkerboards.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2163048599484857639?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2163048599484857639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2163048599484857639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2163048599484857639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2163048599484857639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/06/alright-i-havent-posted-for-nuggin-long.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3549206737722714757</id><published>2009-05-13T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:01:41.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mix it all together and you get confusion</title><content type='html'>exams are over&lt;br /&gt;woah!!&lt;br /&gt;alright, everyone probably got that posted on theirs&lt;br /&gt;so i'll skip it thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;so then i had a great time with charmaine and jest yesterday&lt;br /&gt;at where else? ikea.haha and then at great world&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and at charmaine's house&lt;br /&gt;she taught me how to cook mac and cheese!&lt;br /&gt;i miss those instant mac and cheese from america&lt;br /&gt;i miss america.&lt;br /&gt;its so awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea and then&lt;br /&gt;life has been one big mess of confusion&lt;br /&gt;and i think,&lt;br /&gt;it just got even more confusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh wait&lt;br /&gt;did i tell you&lt;br /&gt;i almost fainted today?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to the point&lt;br /&gt;its like a whole jumbled mess of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tryna think of something&lt;br /&gt;and then another problem comes&lt;br /&gt;and like&lt;br /&gt;God, how do you solve all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then the less surprising news?&lt;br /&gt;i fell off a chair today!&lt;br /&gt;woah right?&lt;br /&gt;not completely my fault...&lt;br /&gt;xd.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;we had carbonara for lunch&lt;br /&gt;trying in vain to load a movie&lt;br /&gt;then later trying in vain to watch it without distractions&lt;br /&gt;like hey! i think i can play the chords now!&lt;br /&gt;and then hey! wait i needa go to the wash room&lt;br /&gt;kinda thing&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;then halfway through at the climax,&lt;br /&gt;the whole movie jammed&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still can have fun right?&lt;br /&gt;i mean,&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i was sleeping just now&lt;br /&gt;but the pillow was kinda high&lt;br /&gt;so i got a back ache&lt;br /&gt;and my dear caring friend&lt;br /&gt;that dear dude&lt;br /&gt;went&lt;br /&gt;you're old enough to have back aches?!&lt;br /&gt;and then laughed&lt;br /&gt;at my poor back...&lt;br /&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can’t see the way your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;light up when you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’ll never notice how you stop and stare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever she walks by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can’t see me wantin you the way you want her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you are everything to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just wanna show you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She don’t even know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just see right through me but if you only knew me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be a beautiful miracle unbelievable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of just invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s a fire inside of you that can’t help but shine through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She’s never gonna see the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter what you do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I think about is how to make you think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything that we could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like shadows in a faded light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh we’re Invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna look in your eyes and make you realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna show you she don’t even know you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby let me love you let me want you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just see right through me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you only knew me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could be a beautiful miracle unbelievable instead of just invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She can’t see the way your eyes light up when you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3549206737722714757?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3549206737722714757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3549206737722714757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3549206737722714757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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know what happens...&lt;br /&gt;in defence of myself&lt;br /&gt;i did study.&lt;br /&gt;just not as long as i should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what happened was that&lt;br /&gt;this morning my mom went out to orchard to pick up something for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;she asked me to go along.&lt;br /&gt;of course, being a disciplined(or at least attempting to be and failing quite miserably) student,&lt;br /&gt;i said no.&lt;br /&gt;so i studied.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how long&lt;br /&gt;but to me,&lt;br /&gt;it seemed real long...&lt;br /&gt;then my mom called&lt;br /&gt;asking me if i could meet her&lt;br /&gt;cos she needed to pick a present for someone&lt;br /&gt;but well&lt;br /&gt;if you know my mom,&lt;br /&gt;she takes realy long to decide on buyin stuff....&lt;br /&gt;i mean reeeaaalll long....&lt;br /&gt;so i decided&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;i've already studied.&lt;br /&gt;plus we could always come back straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then my brother called&lt;br /&gt;requesting us to stay out all day.&lt;br /&gt;he wanted the house to himself.&lt;br /&gt;so my mom was like.&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;she's pretty relaxed over my studies.&lt;br /&gt;but only up to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;man, time flied past sooo quickly&lt;br /&gt;by the time we were done it was time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;oops!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i got a massager for my dad for his birthday&lt;br /&gt;kinda early if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;since his birthday is in august( he should totally pay me for advertising for him)&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;i was carrying the massager&lt;br /&gt;and the thin straps cut of my blood circulation&lt;br /&gt;i began thinking&lt;br /&gt;"how can a massager cause so much pain and aches?"&lt;br /&gt;isn't it pointless to buy one then?&lt;br /&gt;well then of course i told myself not to be so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;see gloria, technically(i don't know if i have to use this word but it sounds cool so..here goes!)&lt;br /&gt;this is not the massager thats torturin you but the thin straps...&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i as debating with myself&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to eat dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously begin to ask lot's of questions.&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why am i left behind?&lt;br /&gt;how does God decide who goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be painful for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help wondering.&lt;br /&gt;doesn't he know its tons for us too?&lt;br /&gt;but then you look at the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;and you begin to think.&lt;br /&gt;God knows it all.&lt;br /&gt;and he knows whats best for us.&lt;br /&gt;thats when you get comforted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;this is for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.b.m.2.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://c.b.m.2.aimini.net/play/?fid=2mBC85lki9E9dvCeBOkd&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.b.m.2.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://c.b.m.2.aimini.net/play/?fid=2mBC85lki9E9dvCeBOkd&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to rnjaani.&lt;br /&gt;thnks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when you see only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;it was then that i was carrying you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-136886056034628340?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1126451103616994833</id><published>2009-04-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:30:04.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay,&lt;br /&gt;sleeping last night was torturing.&lt;br /&gt;i kept waking up.&lt;br /&gt;i think i suffer from sleep disorder...&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;but when you're waking up every other hour to check the time,&lt;br /&gt;it almost counts.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so in the morning i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;but dragged myself outta the bed.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, it took alot of effort.&lt;br /&gt;i think i finally know what it feels like when&lt;br /&gt;they say a sleeping person weighs more...&lt;br /&gt;i felt heavier than ever...&lt;br /&gt;except i was kinda you know, draggin myself&lt;br /&gt;so its not really like carrying a heavy person&lt;br /&gt;but it kinda counts?&lt;br /&gt;so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes were relatively fast.&lt;br /&gt;considering yesterday they were a huge drag...&lt;br /&gt;jest was having a bad sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;so she couldn sing with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't fail my math test so thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm getting more confused by history everday&lt;br /&gt;maybe joycelyn is right.&lt;br /&gt;studyin just gets you confused.&lt;br /&gt;might as well not study and keep to your guts.&lt;br /&gt;well thats kinda what she said.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for monday!&lt;br /&gt;art musuem cindy.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been to a museum before.&lt;br /&gt;well i have,&lt;br /&gt;but then i was being forced by my mom to go&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had some cool mystery games&lt;br /&gt;for a short while in between classes...&lt;br /&gt;faezah, cindy, jennifer, chloe, and at one short short time andrea mae.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;jest already found out.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after school, cindy and i went for lunch at bpp.&lt;br /&gt;haha. we skipped macs!!!&lt;br /&gt;we were healthy this time round&lt;br /&gt;to cindy: just don't let them know bout the bubble tea and we'll be just bout right *winks&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went for wanton thingamajig at this new store.&lt;br /&gt;real cool if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;but by the time we went back, there wasn really enough time for art.&lt;br /&gt;so we, or rather cindy (i'm hopeless when it comes to lscep rmb)&lt;br /&gt;zapped it real quick.&lt;br /&gt;and we were off for my piano teacher's house.&lt;br /&gt;that place i'm tellin you,&lt;br /&gt;is a capitalised woah.&lt;br /&gt;as in WOAH.&lt;br /&gt;as in WOAH AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;its some condo on top of mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know what i always wondered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what happens if the swimming pool leaks...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;cindy came along too.&lt;br /&gt;we were like so on the dot. arrived exactly at five.&lt;br /&gt;but of course we had to run for 975.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after piano we headed to toast box.&lt;br /&gt;where we ate.&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, i don't think there's anything else you can do at toast box...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love that outlet cos its got a vintage theme..&lt;br /&gt;i wish my room had a vintage theme.&lt;br /&gt;with those cute lamps...&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;but if you haven't forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be studying now...&lt;br /&gt;i already studied some so i'm taking a break.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i love about exams is that school ends early and you don't get homework.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;sure there are practice papers.&lt;br /&gt;which no one actually does...&lt;br /&gt;actually i do them...&lt;br /&gt;i'd do them rather.&lt;br /&gt;if i could find the right one on the mlg:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'd better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'll be prayin for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1126451103616994833?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1126451103616994833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7596951806987126103</id><published>2009-04-23T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T04:49:57.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to pretend it didn't hurt so much everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to just let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;but at the end of time, i'll still never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it hurt when i turned away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it hurt when your eyes bore down right deep and you had nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe it hurt because it mattered so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it's probably because my life you've touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe i couldn bear to see you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe i couldn understand you or anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;maybe i was lying to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;its not about a stoled treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;neither was it anywhere near sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it just tasted bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and it just goes to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it always hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;when you let someone go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i haven't posted for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;people everywhere around me are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;and i watched education of little tree.&lt;br /&gt;an orpahn said "grandpa, grandma, when do you think i can go up there to join ya'll. it's getting awful lonely being the one always left behind."&lt;br /&gt;i cried.&lt;br /&gt;so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got locked out of the house today.&lt;br /&gt;felt lonlier than ever as i walked to the library.&lt;br /&gt;then i got so absorped in a book.&lt;br /&gt;till i finished it.&lt;br /&gt;then i stopped.&lt;br /&gt;well duh i stopped&lt;br /&gt;i couldn have read it over again right?&lt;br /&gt;it was an okay book i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was with abigail at starbucks studyin yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and we had to top the drink with tons of milk and sugar...&lt;br /&gt;or rather that sugar solution...&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;thats that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;-if only you knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7596951806987126103?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7596951806987126103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=7596951806987126103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7596951806987126103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7596951806987126103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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hard.&lt;br /&gt;and they must be suffering.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;not because i know she is gone&lt;br /&gt;because i know she is in heaven&lt;br /&gt;but because it means she's not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-symetrical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3330251639664190363?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3330251639664190363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3330251639664190363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3330251639664190363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3330251639664190363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-find-way-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-123859293715910050</id><published>2009-04-05T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:43:10.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i am posting&lt;br /&gt;when i'm suppose to be mopping the floor.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMIE!&lt;br /&gt;haha. dunno why i did that since my mom&lt;br /&gt;doesn use the computer at all...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;its the thought that counts eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched shopaholic on friday at nine p.m.&lt;br /&gt;and then slept over at charmaine's house&lt;br /&gt;the movie was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;but the price wasn so...&lt;br /&gt;i change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;that guy is old!&lt;br /&gt;and on second thought, a little freaky&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the price wasn so...&lt;br /&gt;but anyhow&lt;br /&gt;THANKS CHARMAINE!&lt;br /&gt;AND THANK YOU GONG GONG!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;thats my granddad...&lt;br /&gt;he's so funny.&lt;br /&gt;and so is my grandmother&lt;br /&gt;who is really cute.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad there isn school on friday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I THINK I'M GONNA DIE FOR HISTORY!&lt;br /&gt;stupid usefulness&lt;br /&gt;who cares if its useful or not&lt;br /&gt;how am i suppose to rmb the format for usefulness?&lt;br /&gt;its the easiest to memorise but hardest to apply&lt;br /&gt;which leads me to say this: now i'm doin bad at every single sunject in school&lt;br /&gt;how depressing is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i don't like school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying it's so complicated and messy&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;its like so weird&lt;br /&gt;cos school is awesome fun&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;its so confusing&lt;br /&gt;stupid fireworks just hates me!&lt;br /&gt;and now photoshop disagrees with me!&lt;br /&gt;and they cost so much!!&lt;br /&gt;now i have to bring it to the T.A.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;and i just know i'm gonna fail home ecs.&lt;br /&gt;how'm i suppose to make a sweet pastry!&lt;br /&gt;i don't even like sweet pastries all that much!&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be freestyle!&lt;br /&gt;and for science&lt;br /&gt;why can't it be open book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU TELL ME WHAT BOOK TO OPEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I'LL OPEN IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they sure make everything thrice as hard in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; And so you fight to keep from pouring out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think that there's enough you might drown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one will listen, if you decide to speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; If no one is left standing after the bombs explode &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one wants to look at you for what you really are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; I will be here still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; No one can take you where you alone must go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no telling what you will find there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And God, I know the fear that eats away at your bones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's screaming every step, "just stay here" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one will listen, if you decide to speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one is left standing after the bombs explode &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one wants to look at you for what you really are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here still &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you find your fists are raw and red &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From beating yourself down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If your legs have given out under the weight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; If you find you've been settling for a world of gray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; So you wouldn't have to face down your own hate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one will listen, if you decide to speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one is left standing after the bombs explode &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If no one wants to look at you for what you really are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be here still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a cool song eh?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay i gotta be goin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-cucmbers beat carrots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-123859293715910050?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/123859293715910050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-998269703770453623</id><published>2009-04-01T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:32:29.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;and i think&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna die soon.&lt;br /&gt;i regret skipping mass run on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;i so do not wanna do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;my leg still kinda hurts&lt;br /&gt;i have netball after that.&lt;br /&gt;and plus i'm real groggy in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;like really really groggy...&lt;br /&gt;ouch...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you what i'm suppose to be doing&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll give reasonable explanations as to why i'm not doing them.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be studying for history test&lt;br /&gt;-there's nothing to study, its all from sources&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be doing my lit&lt;br /&gt;-i don't have my book with me&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be washing the dishes&lt;br /&gt;-my dad is like tryna make me wash the dishes now and i'm busy,&lt;br /&gt;so he is getting annoying. so i told him i'll do it by tmr. and now, i'm tryna annoy him.&lt;br /&gt;partly cos i already washed the toilet and mopped the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be resting my eyes&lt;br /&gt;-okay i won't even talk about this one. i mean, once i close my eyes, i won't be able to open them for a real long time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suppose to be doing my math homework&lt;br /&gt;-i'll do it later to add on to the suspense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, i have great reasons for not doing alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;oops me.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;today i feel like just lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not use to the really late nights or really early mornings and waking up real early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had lit test today.&lt;br /&gt;unseen poetry,&lt;br /&gt;the teacher is kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;cos he/she picked one about a man dying.&lt;br /&gt;too depressing if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean sitting for a test is depressing enough&lt;br /&gt;can't they pick a funnier or ahppy subject?&lt;br /&gt;gee.&lt;br /&gt;and they wonder why we don't smile much in class...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCELYN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABIGAIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yaha! hope you guys loved the watermelon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yup. jest and i bought them a watermelon each for their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;and poor me almost died tryna carry them up the huge, long, giagantic rotanda.&lt;br /&gt;fine i'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;but when you're being squashed under your bag and two watermelons,&lt;br /&gt;there's hardly any difference.&lt;br /&gt;i mean we thought, since its april fool's we should get them something fun.&lt;br /&gt;and watermelon was our choice.&lt;br /&gt;i wrapped it up reallll nice so it really looked like something sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying a watermelon isn't sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sorry abigail, i know your birthday was yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and not on april fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but hey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting the same cool thing as your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what greater present can there be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm tellin you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;both of them had the same reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(abi's more dramatic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;anyway, jest talked me into staying back with her&lt;br /&gt;so we ate noodles at the church.&lt;br /&gt;in the end&lt;br /&gt;we hardly did history.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;and then we&lt;br /&gt;called...&lt;br /&gt;that was like super hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;the things we do&lt;br /&gt;JESTELLYNN I'M GONNA MAKE YOU DO THE SAME FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! we have so much weird fun in school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, gotta go do math.&lt;br /&gt;erhg,&lt;br /&gt;don't you just feel nauseous when you hear that?&lt;br /&gt;math. urhg!&lt;br /&gt;math. aughh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see what i mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and by the way, my first math tuition went brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my teacher is cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and turns out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i might be able to pass math after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so all the best to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;math... EEEEEEEKKKK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Take me back to the house in the backyard tree &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said you’d beat me up, you were bigger than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never did, you never did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me back when our world was one block wide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just two kids, you and I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my my my my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-998269703770453623?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/998269703770453623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=998269703770453623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/998269703770453623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/998269703770453623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1650601010902108169</id><published>2009-03-29T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:47:49.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my mom</title><content type='html'>The Best Day by taylor swift.&lt;br /&gt;for my momxd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm five years old It's getting cold out&lt;br /&gt;Got my big coat on I hear your laugh&lt;br /&gt;And look up at smilin at you I run and run&lt;br /&gt;Past the pumpkin patch And the tractor rides&lt;br /&gt;Look now, the sky is gold&lt;br /&gt;I hug your legs&lt;br /&gt;And fall asleep on the way home&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt;But I know you're not scared of anything at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if Snow White's house is near or far away&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13 now&lt;br /&gt;And don't know how&lt;br /&gt;My friends could be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I come home crying And you hold me tight And grab the keys&lt;br /&gt;And we drive and drive Unil we found a town far enough away&lt;br /&gt;And we talk and window shop Til i forgotten all their names&lt;br /&gt; I don't know who I'm gonna talk to now at school&lt;br /&gt; But I know I'm laughin On the car ride home with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how long it's gonna take to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;But I know I had the best day with you today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an excellent father His strengh is making me stronger&lt;br /&gt;God smiles on my older brother&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out He's better than I am&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in a pretty house&lt;br /&gt; And I had space to run&lt;br /&gt; And I had the best days with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is a video I found From back when I was three&lt;br /&gt; You set up a paint set in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt; And you're talkin to me&lt;br /&gt; It's the edge of princesses and priate ships&lt;br /&gt;And the seven dwarves&lt;br /&gt;My Daddy's smart&lt;br /&gt;And you're the prettiest lady in the whole wide world&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why the all the trees change in the fall&lt;br /&gt; I know you were on my side&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for giving me your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Staying back and watching me shine&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know if you knew&lt;br /&gt;So I'm takin this chance to say&lt;br /&gt;I had the best day with you&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-taylor swift&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1650601010902108169?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3860589236612169911</id><published>2009-03-29T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T05:49:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'd curse the lscep project.&lt;br /&gt;but then if i did,&lt;br /&gt;it'll be more screwed then it already is..&lt;br /&gt;have you seen our lscep project?&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN IT?&lt;br /&gt;or rather&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN MY ADOBE FIREWORKS SKILLS?&lt;br /&gt;they are like&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;FAIL?!&lt;br /&gt;my giddy aunt.&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&lt;br /&gt;after killing myself, i kinda finished one page,&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing got flunked.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying those tiny stuff that are fixable&lt;br /&gt;i'm talking about the whole page.&lt;br /&gt;which made me swear&lt;br /&gt;i'll never ever ever&lt;br /&gt;be some weird computer adobe fireworks expert&lt;br /&gt;who helps students do their projects if you pain them&lt;br /&gt;i told my mom&lt;br /&gt;she asked me how i could be so sure&lt;br /&gt;and i told her cos there was no such thing&lt;br /&gt;so she just gave me the weird look and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;i hate fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;actually not just fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;i hate dreamweaver, flash and whatever my dad paid close to a hundred for.&lt;br /&gt;stupid programs are so hard to use,&lt;br /&gt;but not photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;its the only thing i can use without jamming the computer.&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely&lt;br /&gt;zero skill.&lt;br /&gt;nil. none. nada.&lt;br /&gt;and our project is due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;lucky us.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead&lt;br /&gt;poor jest.&lt;br /&gt;where is lim huan?&lt;br /&gt;ranice! i'm gonna strangle you.&lt;br /&gt;you know what group work is?&lt;br /&gt;you're suppose to do it in a group.&lt;br /&gt;not by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;which is what jest os doing cos i'm 90%useless.&lt;br /&gt;the thrid subj which i get A1 in.&lt;br /&gt;history, retardedness and uselessness.&lt;br /&gt;what has the world come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is sunday.&lt;br /&gt;today is the day i'm suppose to study home econs&lt;br /&gt;(studying home econs makes me feel like crap when i've got friends studying econs)&lt;br /&gt;today is the day i'm suppose to do my newspaper article&lt;br /&gt;today is the day i'm suppose to mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;today is the day that i've been sleeping for i dunno?&lt;br /&gt;since we came back?&lt;br /&gt;i think my brother doesn have to go to the army!&lt;br /&gt;he's sick!&lt;br /&gt;lucky me&lt;br /&gt;poor him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna faint soon.&lt;br /&gt;i've got netball tmr.&lt;br /&gt;which is getting traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever played in a netball game?&lt;br /&gt;each time i catch the ball&lt;br /&gt;i feel adrenaline rush&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm real relieved each time i manage to catch the ball.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't pass properly.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;netball is a sport that i'd love even more if i could actually play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm posting cos i've nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, i have a life.&lt;br /&gt;which is not to be mistaken with the life everybody has.&lt;br /&gt;my life is like&lt;br /&gt;weird?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;okay i dunno what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna post&lt;br /&gt;and i gon't feel like guitaring&lt;br /&gt;cos now i'm feeling bummed&lt;br /&gt;and realizing that my guitar skills are real close to nil&lt;br /&gt;is gonna make me feel like i dunno?&lt;br /&gt;an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably gonna go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;there's school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreading in.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dreading my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;and thats bad&lt;br /&gt;i don't think we're suppose to live our lives&lt;br /&gt;dreading something every week.&lt;br /&gt;well i am.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreading home ecs tmr&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreading the lscep dateline tmr&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dreading all those test this coming week&lt;br /&gt;and oh my frangioskins.&lt;br /&gt;i have a chinese test somehere this week?&lt;br /&gt;and oh!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite subject too!&lt;br /&gt;MATH!&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you why i love math&lt;br /&gt;because i know my results before i get my paper back.&lt;br /&gt;that big ugly red f9.&lt;br /&gt;why must school be a dread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cabbagehead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3860589236612169911?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5164900995845734115</id><published>2009-03-25T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:45:17.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't posted in ages...&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;I changed my blogskin! haha! i know how i don't like it when singers are on blogskins&lt;br /&gt;but the one jest created was freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to use it.&lt;br /&gt;but can't decide where to put the music. haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my brother has gone to this weird camp that isn't in tekong or whatever you call it now.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him after seeing him for two consec weeks.&lt;br /&gt;am i the only person who misses my brother that badly?&lt;br /&gt;cos i feel extremely abnormal!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;school's been a drag!&lt;br /&gt;the march holidays were too short if you asked me&lt;br /&gt;which you didn do...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm telling you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but youth camp was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU YOUTH LEADERS AND EMME!!!&lt;br /&gt;it must have been real stressful.&lt;br /&gt;but it was WICKED AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my brother went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;its really stressful tryina study for streamin.&lt;br /&gt;and its worse when you have older people around&lt;br /&gt;telling you how insignificant your test is&lt;br /&gt;cos theirs is more important.&lt;br /&gt;do you mind?&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to study at MY LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if it's not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;but thats not for you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that since psle.&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;thats how it is.&lt;br /&gt;once you've moved on you forget how hard it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jest is getting more hilarious every day.&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, she's got strange stuff in her head.&lt;br /&gt;so maybe she caught it from me...&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;but have you seen her funny faces?&lt;br /&gt;if you don't laugh at them,&lt;br /&gt;i'd say you just had a botox jab or smth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are getting grumpier by the day.&lt;br /&gt;so other than my bed and free periods and home work&lt;br /&gt;i love school.&lt;br /&gt;i hate getting up so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recently picked up guitar!!&lt;br /&gt;of course i get depressed everytime i hear the ppl in my church play&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;ohpes///&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love that word...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i love the work penelope...&lt;br /&gt;its fun to say.&lt;br /&gt;penelope felamony castrophony&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to change...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i'm going high...&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;before i finish&lt;br /&gt;i'll just like to say.&lt;br /&gt;all those other girls, well they're beautiful, but would they write a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;haha jest gets this dont you jest?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-i'd lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5164900995845734115?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5164900995845734115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5164900995845734115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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was cool!&lt;br /&gt;although my throat hurt after that.&lt;br /&gt;dlt was fun&lt;br /&gt;except dianne didn join us so we were kinda wild.&lt;br /&gt;we learned more about connecting with others and all.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMGSH!&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to post!!!!&lt;br /&gt;C-REX CAME IN FIRST!!!&lt;br /&gt;FIRST!!!&lt;br /&gt;YEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;THAY ALLLLL ARE SI INCREDIBLY AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY TO YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;THIS SONG IS FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="120" width="380"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://s.b.s.1.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.b.s.1.aimini.net/play/?fid=1sbSullaEJGt9mkhjMt8&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://s.b.s.1.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://s.b.s.1.aimini.net/play/?fid=1sbSullaEJGt9mkhjMt8&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="380" height="120" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnks man2befree! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupyup!!&lt;br /&gt;this is so weird&lt;br /&gt;but usually julia doesn go to my blog&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday of all days she had to go...&lt;br /&gt;and found out bout the cd...&lt;br /&gt;i'm such an idiot....:)&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;she was simply delirious&lt;br /&gt;and so was i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church is always so fun&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;my mom is going crazy over just for laughs now.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-connect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2728376480439005829?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2728376480439005829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2728376480439005829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2728376480439005829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2728376480439005829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/02/haha-worship-today-was-cool-although-my.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4885951101385941858</id><published>2009-02-21T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:59:06.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was super super cool!!&lt;br /&gt;no wait i must start from yesterday!!&lt;br /&gt;okay so what happens is,&lt;br /&gt;jest, cindy and i went to town to kill time while waiting for our bintan briefing.&lt;br /&gt;and then, I GOT TAYLOR SWIFT'S FEARLESS ALBUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna knowwhy?&lt;br /&gt;well i told myself i wouldn't buy it&lt;br /&gt;but then it was this special deal thing.&lt;br /&gt;its like buy three for a special price&lt;br /&gt;and then i couldn help but pick taylor's album up&lt;br /&gt;and then i decided it'll be helpin cindy&lt;br /&gt;cos she also wanted katy perry&lt;br /&gt;and here's the thing&lt;br /&gt;cindy and i are4 such kind souls&lt;br /&gt;we got thethird cd for our dear jest.&lt;br /&gt;who was feeling kinda down...&lt;br /&gt;cheer up dudette:)&lt;br /&gt;we're givin it to her tmr&lt;br /&gt;we hope she loves itXD&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today i went for worship practice&lt;br /&gt;and it was cool&lt;br /&gt;amusing as poor uncle david lost his voice!&lt;br /&gt;poor thing he was suppose to lead worship.&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to meet this america family&lt;br /&gt;which was real cool&lt;br /&gt;most likely they'll be staying in singapore permanantly&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;i met heather,&lt;br /&gt;a sweet girl who omsh!&lt;br /&gt;she has been to a concert that demi lovato opened!!!!&lt;br /&gt;COOL EH?&lt;br /&gt;i was like, sms julia now!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and julia, naturally wanted to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;they are such a nice family&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to meet them!!&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;yea...&lt;br /&gt;but monday is killer...&lt;br /&gt;i have chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;and in class, try as hard as i might&lt;br /&gt;i just can't understand the teacher at all!!&lt;br /&gt;okay anw&lt;br /&gt;i better go!&lt;br /&gt;see you around&lt;br /&gt;thats if i know you&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4885951101385941858?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4885951101385941858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4885951101385941858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#999999;"&gt;he's never home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and when he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i see is some statue&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;glued to some darn computer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;em games overpowered us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't breathe a word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;don't make things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that's our secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2098353290545469938?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2098353290545469938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2098353290545469938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2098353290545469938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2098353290545469938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-never-home-and-when-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-9005061803432613846</id><published>2009-02-09T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T05:16:03.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;has it ever occured to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it never occured to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't sit there looking at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your mouth zipped up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't glare at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i ain't a pick-up truck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all covered with masks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're slipping through the cracks dear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're slipping real fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not stopping you from chosing your path&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wanna remind you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the one you're taking is full of wrath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sit up straighter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;put on a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't realize too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after you've finished the mile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ha! i'm posting again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bet i gave you a scare eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still delusional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay i'm going now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;farewell-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-9005061803432613846?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/9005061803432613846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=9005061803432613846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/9005061803432613846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/9005061803432613846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/02/has-it-ever-occured-to-you-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-2390949552842583834</id><published>2009-02-09T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:43:47.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>righto.&lt;br /&gt;gee i haven't posted in centuries!&lt;br /&gt;haha but i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;in black!&lt;br /&gt;haha and abit delusional if you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we watched parts of the dark night for english.&lt;br /&gt;which was quite frustrating with the cher stopping at all the cool parts.&lt;br /&gt;the joker's acting is super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;he's so good he scares me outta my life!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;the show is kinda brillinat but not a show recommended for 12 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;yea,&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda freaky.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm suppose to lend joycelyn the dvd...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll admit... i'm scared of the cover!&lt;br /&gt;it freaks me out!!&lt;br /&gt;urgh!&lt;br /&gt;haha my dear parents are going to kelong or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna be a staying with jest!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss our assortment of sheep.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be fun&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AUNTY JUNE FOR TAKING THIS HAVOC CHILD IN!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so tmr my parents will leave.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall bawl and cry&lt;br /&gt;and shout:&lt;br /&gt;farewell! i shall miss the sheep!&lt;br /&gt;okay you know what&lt;br /&gt;i think i should go before i become weirder.&lt;br /&gt;eating watermelon makes me high:)&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2390949552842583834?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2390949552842583834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2390949552842583834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2390949552842583834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2390949552842583834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/02/righto.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5301307551787163358</id><published>2009-01-26T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T04:45:55.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brother's home!!&lt;br /&gt;he looks better with his hair shaved&lt;br /&gt;(i kinda figured out after the first few times after i used the term bald that he didn'r really like it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he treated us to a wonderful meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU GEGE!!!XDXDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was glad to have him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he taught me how to shine his boots&lt;br /&gt;and taught me to punch him and let me punch his apps...(is that what you call them?)&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a good time!&lt;br /&gt;and on sunday, he and daniel came in at the same time and it was kinda hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;too bad my brother is in kestrel and daniel is in zebra warriors...&lt;br /&gt;i kinda was hoping that they'd be in the same company or whatever you call those groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then yea&lt;br /&gt;happy new year!!&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;okay that was weird saying it in the middle of a post but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;this year's new year was kinda strange.&lt;br /&gt;firstly my brother was sick so only my mom and my dad and i went to charmaine's house to meet them to go around...&lt;br /&gt;it didn feel new yearly for some reason...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and then charmaine and i went to watch a movie...&lt;br /&gt;it was okay&lt;br /&gt;not worth a tenner but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;its the new year right?&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time&lt;br /&gt;although it was kinda freaky since most of the shops weren open...&lt;br /&gt;so yea..&lt;br /&gt;and my frozen yoghurt was closed....:(. sniffff....&lt;br /&gt;but i had fun still!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR MY DEAR COUSIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yea...&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywAY, due to some technical difficulties i am unable to produce the hong kong and philippines photos.... note how professional i'm tryin to sound and note how badly i'm failing...&lt;br /&gt;so don't rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're standing in moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you're black on the inside.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who do you think you are to cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is GOODBYE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year dudes and dudettes and dukes and dukess and landlords and landladies&lt;br /&gt;and businessmen and business women.....okay&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5301307551787163358?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5301307551787163358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5301307551787163358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5301307551787163358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5301307551787163358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-brothers-home-he-looks-better-with.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8260380515200766184</id><published>2009-01-20T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T06:45:01.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIFTEEEEEENNNNN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a really sweet song by taylor swift: white horse&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.f.e.h.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.f.e.h.aimini.net/play/?fid=HefIO5zSpcxsudhN1sFC&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.f.e.h.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://i.f.e.h.aimini.net/play/?fid=HefIO5zSpcxsudhN1sFC&amp;auto=yes&amp;repeat=yes" width="250" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! yesyes i shall post bout my happy fifteenth!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;school was okay..&lt;br /&gt;we made pizza in home ecs!&lt;br /&gt;mine turned out weird...&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the oven(*wink)&lt;br /&gt;those who know what really happened, please don't tell!&lt;br /&gt;i'll die...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then my dad drove cindy jest and i to go meet my mom at where else?&lt;br /&gt;IKEA!&lt;br /&gt;we were like hogging everything from stuffed things, puppets to swings and the blue dotted moon.(poke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SX3BiDzkImI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AEj8RwivZfg/s1600-h/Aaa055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295601527738868322" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SX3BiDzkImI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AEj8RwivZfg/s320/Aaa055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgshthesebubblelikeanimalchairsarejustthecutest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8_7bs1I/AAAAAAAAARo/4lZaXcDRVsY/s1600-h/Aaa054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293379877554860882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8_7bs1I/AAAAAAAAARo/4lZaXcDRVsY/s320/Aaa054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8og-3iI/AAAAAAAAARg/7nqQLQyvlFk/s1600-h/Aaa052.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8k8HQDI/AAAAAAAAARY/qFogsR1n3K0/s1600-h/Aaa051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293379870309957682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8k8HQDI/AAAAAAAAARY/qFogsR1n3K0/s320/Aaa051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8AdecQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/U_0gCdGSuoU/s1600-h/Aaa049.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the lady was kinda pissed at us i think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for playing with all the stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8M5cFOI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rotho8o0hb8/s1600-h/Aaa048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293379863856288994" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXc8M5cFOI/AAAAAAAAARI/Rotho8o0hb8/s320/Aaa048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see cindy? she's holding the shark!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;i'm invaded by sea creatures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXb3d8XK3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CtY6_BF6mfw/s1600-h/Aaa044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378683020979058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXb3d8XK3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/CtY6_BF6mfw/s320/Aaa044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fail picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXb3pl6k7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/gznzUonK6II/s1600-h/Aaa045.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay okay luh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXb3iTXzgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9eQThBCcbBI/s1600-h/Aaa046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293378684191231490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SXXb3iTXzgI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9eQThBCcbBI/s320/Aaa046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't order this spread so, not guilty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did eat all of it though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the food from ikea is definitely, the best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hand puppets were realll cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad took the pig...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no wonders....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry daddy!&lt;br /&gt;haha after that we headed home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cindy and jest and i were doing something fun but i just an't remember what we were doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh! we were learning white horses compliments to cindy and taylor swift!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a real cool song.&lt;br /&gt;and thank you frances for the song on aimini...O.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea...except there isn auto play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this song is nice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, then i had to go for piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my two dear friends followed me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wasn much of a sacrifice luh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they got to play with my oh so nice piano teacher's dog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sounds wrong but that animal, i'm telling you, is nothing but cute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and kinda scary too but that's beside the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aunty elsa was great showing us the kinda cool tricks jj does...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is sooooo adorable...(kusumo mama's gonna be jealous!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lesson was fun and then my oh so nice dadddyy picked us up and we headed home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;managed to skateboard for awhile(quite a fail attempt..i kept falling off the board)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we taught cindy! she picked up real fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank you dear jest for bringing your skateboard all the way to school!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then jest and i climbed up the stairs ON our skateboard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whee!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like gonna fall and then one of my friends smsed me to wish me happy fifteenth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i just about dieded...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt this vibration in my pants and jumped...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ended up safe though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we succeeded!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we managed to climb a flight of stairs on the skateboard(a small flight of stairs....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(fine.. a really minute flight of stairs....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but who cares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've never don't that before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then we watched qian bu gou yong2....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was hilarious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and saddening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but mostly i laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sniffed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, then we did a couple more songs and played piano and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then they hd to go home..:(sniff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'd just like to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;THANK YOU MOMMY AND DADDY FOR THE WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AND THANK YOU JEST AND DIDI FOR ACCOMPANYING ME AND PLAYING ALONGWITH MY NONSENSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;AND THANK YOU ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO SMSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T REPLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUT THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I PROBABLY MIGHT NOT REMEMEBER YOUR BIRTHDAY I'M TERRIBLY SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BUT OH WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;YA'LL REMIND ME KAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;LOVE YOU ALL AND HAVE A GOOD YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i missed my brother badly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was never not around in the previous years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE SMSED ME TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kkay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;white horses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6153937937584366503-8260380515200766184?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8260380515200766184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=8260380515200766184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8260380515200766184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8260380515200766184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/01/fifteen.html' title='fifteen'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SX3BiDzkImI/AAAAAAAAAR0/AEj8RwivZfg/s72-c/Aaa055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-9078042578626129038</id><published>2009-01-17T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T05:09:01.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>green eggs &amp; ham</title><content type='html'>okay this is what happens when you eat too much dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;retard+retard = retardness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we actually started off quite civilised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU2idUpJI/AAAAAAAABwc/XZ3quuouuvU/s320/Photo+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245070564861074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmm, hair?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then we end up, not very civilised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU21wqMEI/AAAAAAAABw0/BgvmqMPxxv0/s320/Photo+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245075746238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suntan (gloria named it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU2vXPc5I/AAAAAAAABwk/HYutmlNbBo4/s320/Photo+152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245074029015954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVb3oIJoI/AAAAAAAABxk/Ah75Gzkh4e0/s320/Photo+221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245711902484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVb5kvfVI/AAAAAAAABxc/_GhtE_4gkGM/s320/Photo+222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245712425155922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVbnPwp1I/AAAAAAAABxU/Vpp95ETnOVo/s320/Photo+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245707505313618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETRO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVbnjuQvI/AAAAAAAABxM/BQL04k7wCeg/s320/Photo+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245707589042930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVbj7PwII/AAAAAAAABxE/SoN1hdLifn8/s320/Photo+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245706613964930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU3ED6rLI/AAAAAAAABw8/jNKrVgIoTSg/s320/Photo+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245079585107122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHWNSgznhI/AAAAAAAAByU/nN5T9AD_JEg/s320/Photo+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292246560933125650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHWNe4H1ZI/AAAAAAAAByM/RkHdWTiTnA4/s320/Photo+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292246564252145042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHWNT3ZBTI/AAAAAAAAByE/u7MhqcfNsxI/s320/Photo+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292246561296287026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHWNNnjt4I/AAAAAAAABx8/-yFjtg55RcQ/s320/Photo+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292246559619266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappearing act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVmlPpDDI/AAAAAAAABx0/OHRVKskaf3M/s320/Photo+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245895946505266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHVmoSgyqI/AAAAAAAABxs/2C77VQyvPrs/s320/Photo+227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245896763853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky&amp;amp;thebrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU2-ZUQ3I/AAAAAAAABws/DT61_wSqy3M/s320/Photo+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245078064251762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last supper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-9078042578626129038?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/9078042578626129038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=9078042578626129038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/9078042578626129038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/9078042578626129038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/01/green-eggs-ham.html' title='green eggs &amp; ham'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7klepU022_c/SXHU2idUpJI/AAAAAAAABwc/XZ3quuouuvU/s72-c/Photo+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4024770003027941840</id><published>2009-01-15T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:42:23.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okey dokey.&lt;br /&gt;so...my week has been rather weird.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school on monday cos i sprained my neck.&lt;br /&gt;i went to school on tuesday to receive a pile of work.&lt;br /&gt;i skipped school on wed to go to kkh. by the time i was done i couldn make it on time to return to school.and so i skipped my math test too&lt;br /&gt;i went back to school on thursday to collect an even bigger pile of homework.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr, i'm officially fifteen and i'm gonna take my first class test of the year.&lt;br /&gt;thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway,&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jest and didi, tmr will be fun!&lt;br /&gt;i hope...&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i hope i don't do badly for history&lt;br /&gt;seeing how i'm gonna do badly for the other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;i'd better do better for this one.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;bintan trip soon!&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;its in march...&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda soon if you think about it but not as soon as i would like&lt;br /&gt;thankfully its not durong the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;or i'll just scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art today was saddedning.&lt;br /&gt;i learned something i didnt wanna learn...&lt;br /&gt;my tablet can't excess(however you spell it) the internet fast enough in the art room.&lt;br /&gt;which is why i sat there waiting for ine single page to load...&lt;br /&gt;i waited till the cows came home...&lt;br /&gt;literally if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. jest's computer was worst though.&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know about the rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, netball was fun&lt;br /&gt;but not the kinda fun which i'd like to have every week.&lt;br /&gt;warm up was less then usual&lt;br /&gt;and then they had this cca selection for the sec ones who want to get into netball.&lt;br /&gt;and after that,&lt;br /&gt;we had the perfect game of captain's ball!!&lt;br /&gt;its not often we play captain's ball in netball&lt;br /&gt;you can trust me on that...&lt;br /&gt;while its more chaotic&lt;br /&gt;i must admit it is kinda funner to play&lt;br /&gt;if you don't turn it into a game.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's history test...&lt;br /&gt;i already said that i think.&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my brother still.&lt;br /&gt;he won't be around tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;he was always around.&lt;br /&gt;sad though.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care where he is&lt;br /&gt;he'd better sing along.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not letting him off so easily!xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...&lt;br /&gt;nothing else much happened today...&lt;br /&gt;oh! lscep!!!&lt;br /&gt;we took funky pictures with jest's awesome digicam.&lt;br /&gt;one with me as sir stamford raffles visiting our school...&lt;br /&gt;okay you probably don't really wanna hear bout it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all.&lt;br /&gt;i better go.&lt;br /&gt;before the big fish come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-i always thought there was something more to christmas morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4024770003027941840?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4024770003027941840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4024770003027941840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4024770003027941840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4024770003027941840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/01/okey-dokey.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4642416249035710107</id><published>2009-01-10T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:56:47.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;right. i'm back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry i haven't posted for quite awhile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, well school's started.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm feeling tired more than ever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my brother's gone to ns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gee wheezers that place is like a resort!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean their matresses are super comfy and they even have this cool mosquito net thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are each given gilette fusion thingys or whatever you call them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even my dad doesn't own one!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the place is on this island.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it is awesome.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly though, we had to leave without my brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i sure miss him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yea, now when i'm not sleeping i'm bawling my eyes out and when i'm not doing that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm trying not to be some fountain and do some homework and eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its hard to py attention in school though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're wondering if you're dear brother is running his guts out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and tryna sleep in a new place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just hope no one in his room snores...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never thought i'd miss him this much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;especially since i hardly see him when he's around anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its like even when i didn't talk to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can still sense he is around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there for me to fight with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there to defend me from our parents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there to order me around,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there for me to ask to borrow things that aren't really his anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there to remind ne that i've still got lots to learn in school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still there for me to stare at and wonder how some weird computer game could make him not talk to us that much and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never thought i'd say this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'd buy him every meal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only he didn't have to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sure he looks good in his uniform.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm sure he still looks like my own brother with his hair shaved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's still the same old person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i was younger i'd be sad he had to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if i was younger i won't be doing what i do now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which is to replay everything that happens at home when he is around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or to calculate that for the next two years the officers that don't love him like we do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would be seeing more of him than us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its so unfair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those people won't miss him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so why take him away from the people who would?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even my mom misses him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i too drastic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean its like for goodness sake its not like i'm not gonna ever see him again right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean thats what i tell myself too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i just keep having to fight bck my tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i just keep trying so hard to think of other things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is wrong with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway, now's the weekends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm glad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this morning my eyes were so puffy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my english teacher would probably make some rude comment about &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me looking like a goldfish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or that anyone would have thought that i'd lost a million dollars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on friday, thankfully,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i only teared abit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it wasn that bad i guess,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since i occuppied myself by trying to copy down notes which are redundant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but hey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever goes right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyway,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats all for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-that's cos i thought i knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4642416249035710107?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4642416249035710107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4642416249035710107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4642416249035710107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4642416249035710107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2009/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1998273065556922234</id><published>2008-12-28T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T04:42:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright cindee. now i'll do the quiz but i won't tag anyone to do it.&lt;br /&gt;cos although quizzzes are fun, i'm too lazy to tag people to do it. people who are bored and have nothing better to do with their sunday, or in short people like me, are welcome to do this.have fun&lt;br /&gt;0. Who passed this survey to you? What is you relationship with her? how did you befriend her? And how did you find her?&lt;br /&gt;cindy? she's like... hmm. my real awesome good friend...yea... and er. i dunno we're in the same class...and then suddenly i started talking to her and then wala...friends.&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your real name?&lt;br /&gt;gloria tan rei rei.( note, there is a space between the two rei's.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Which one do you prefer to be call?&lt;br /&gt;actually i don't really mind anything. from reirei to glor glor...so long as i know you're calling me...&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you currently wearing something green?&lt;br /&gt;haha. no. i'm wearing this yellow shirt with pigs pen from the cartoon peanuts. i love this over sized shirt!xd&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you eat raw salmon?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you married yet? If no, when do you intend to get hitched?&lt;br /&gt;i'm married, and i have ten pairs of twins, fifteen triplets and a very lonely boy...&lt;br /&gt;yea.... nah... i'm not married... duh...&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you attached or no? if yes, what’s his name and how do you met?&lt;br /&gt;attatched? well now, i'm currently glued to a no-gender chair...with no name. but now, i'll call it crackers... is that counted as attatched? we met at ikea...yea...&lt;br /&gt;7. If you are attached, would you mind if your boy got kissed by someone?&lt;br /&gt;what kinda quiz is this? This is getting nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you love answering back?&lt;br /&gt;well i'm peachy for doing that...but it depends on to who...unless you mean whether i love the person or whatever called answering back, then no.&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite color? Name three.&lt;br /&gt;why? i love all the colors!! but red, green and orange i guess.&lt;br /&gt;10. Why do you like the second color of your earlier answer?&lt;br /&gt;save the world. and rather pleasant...and improves the eyesight...right...&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you think you are someone known to public?&lt;br /&gt;huh? well except for the people who were at the same shopping centre as me when i slapped my dad then.... i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;----i skipped one question. it wasn censored...&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you like being hated?&lt;br /&gt;nope...&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you think this survey is stupid?&lt;br /&gt;i won't say stupid..but pointless and hopeless yes...&lt;br /&gt;15 and 16 censored.&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite watch brand?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. as long as it lasts and the design is nice i don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you own all the above mentioned watches yet?&lt;br /&gt;yea... one.&lt;br /&gt;19. What is you current addiction favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;appreciate&lt;br /&gt;20. Name your favorite blog website besides that your site?&lt;br /&gt;er. i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you think blogging can make you famous?&lt;br /&gt;maybe if you designed the blogskins and all... and if your job was to be a preofessioner blogger. other than that... i don't think so... or maybe if you posted a vid of you and your talent...oky nvm...&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you support Rima Melati Adams or Ida Nerina? Please choose one only.&lt;br /&gt;i'll go with ida. her name reminds me of idaho...&lt;br /&gt;23. Who do you think sings better?Taufik Batisah or Hady Mirza? Choose only one.&lt;br /&gt;dunno. sound the same. no offence.&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you planning to adopt a child like Angelina Jolie does?&lt;br /&gt;firstly angelina joie did not just adopt A child... and i dunno. i'm fourtee!! sheesh... i don't mind my mom adopting some more children though...xdhint hint.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you think you are pretty/handsome?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you rate yourself as caring or understanding?&lt;br /&gt;depends&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your occupation now?&lt;br /&gt;student and fail phsycologists(whatever that is...)&lt;br /&gt;28. Where do you usually shop for your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. if i see smth cheap and nice then yea. if not... i don't have a particular place...&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you prefer dresses or t-shirts and shorts? Choose only one.&lt;br /&gt;depends on occassion&lt;br /&gt;30. If you were given a miracle to change something in yourself, what would it be? List down five.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. shh!!secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright there you go. the weirdest quiz i''ve ever ever done!&lt;br /&gt;and for tonights dinner, i cooke the rice!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1998273065556922234?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1998273065556922234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1998273065556922234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1998273065556922234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1998273065556922234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright-cindee.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5708767678752801160</id><published>2008-12-28T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T02:13:02.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different christmas</title><content type='html'>alright alright.&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants to know about christmas yea?&lt;br /&gt;well to make this longstory short, i'll just say&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve: tv&lt;br /&gt;christmas day: tv&lt;br /&gt;day after christmas: tv.&lt;br /&gt;alright. thats, it.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post more. so hold your horses.&lt;br /&gt;and those who aint got no horses,&lt;br /&gt;then just wait.&lt;br /&gt;if you are feeling anxious,&lt;br /&gt;for whatever anxiety reason,&lt;br /&gt;go consult a doctor,&lt;br /&gt;better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;now for thos who have read this and you're going&lt;br /&gt;oh dang its her very long version of a simple short story,&lt;br /&gt;don't bother reading this,&lt;br /&gt;the thing about this is that&lt;br /&gt;if you really wanna read about my holiday season,&lt;br /&gt;you'd read through this crap and realize,&lt;br /&gt;man, it wasn worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;curiousity is a curious thing.&lt;br /&gt;thats why they call it curiosity by the way.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve eve eve was a monday.&lt;br /&gt;i went for netball!!&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;long time...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had fun, and then there was that oh so fun gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm sorry guys but i got the chocs from cheers.&lt;br /&gt;i only found out(thank you sheena!)&lt;br /&gt;the night before.&lt;br /&gt;so i didn really have the time.&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much for the bear annabelle!!&lt;br /&gt;(er did i spell that right?)&lt;br /&gt;and the bibs are absolutely fantastico!&lt;br /&gt;as foreseen, i was too lazy to string these small little netball bibs with positions on them handmade by annabelle, ao i just displayed them on my desk under the plastic sheet!&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;i went to plaza sing to meet monique and alina!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for waiting two hours for me!&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry you guys spent so much while waiting...&lt;br /&gt;although that isn really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i ate tom yam ban mian!&lt;br /&gt;and then we walked around some, got yami yoghurt...&lt;br /&gt;and man, the face shop was bonza!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mo's and alina's help( they let me borrow their fingers...)&lt;br /&gt;it was real fun...&lt;br /&gt;but then we spent so much time in the shop,&lt;br /&gt;we felt obliged to buy some.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then took a bus down to taka to meet my mom and dad for christmas shopping!!&lt;br /&gt;whheee!!&lt;br /&gt;okay anw...&lt;br /&gt;we bought mostly chocs...&lt;br /&gt;and typical my dad and i, bought some for ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;of course it wasn those real expensive ones...&lt;br /&gt;but man the choc was chocolicious.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like oh my....&lt;br /&gt;my dad as usual gobbled his share and begged me to give me some of his.&lt;br /&gt;man i tell you, i can never refuse 'em puppy dig eyes...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that we had a lovely dinner!&lt;br /&gt;standing up...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it added to the fun anw&lt;br /&gt;and then it was a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;man, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve eve was a tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whopee.&lt;br /&gt;met nicole at the library to finish my holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;i hadn done much...&lt;br /&gt;but hey four math questions in a day is really not bad okay.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so yea i finished my homework...&lt;br /&gt;nicole had already done hers.&lt;br /&gt;so she just read...&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;then we went to plaza sing.&lt;br /&gt;okay let me step back for a moment and tell you ps is the perfect place to get stranded in.&lt;br /&gt;i mean there is just so much goood food to eat!&lt;br /&gt;for starters, there are things like soup, crepes, yami yohgurt, ice cream, calamaris and a whole whoppin lot more.&lt;br /&gt;then there is sub, street snacks, mos, cj, gelare, and the kopitiam food is like bonza!&lt;br /&gt;okay so i probably can't afford them all&lt;br /&gt;but man, when that delicious array of food is placed before your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;man, you feel full already!&lt;br /&gt;and then there are real awesome shops like made with love, spotlight, daiso, and times and oh gee wheezers, you get stucked there for hours after hours&lt;br /&gt;and you just don't get tired!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went christmas shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite!&lt;br /&gt;for lunch i ate tom yam ban mian. the same!&lt;br /&gt;haha its just sooo good!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we were quite satisfied cos we managed to grab whatever gifts needed,&lt;br /&gt;and oh well so we went to meet my dad who was at cathay, did cd browsing and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;tada!.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i was so excited i made my parents opened their present right away.&lt;br /&gt;thats when they told me: haven you alr bought our christmas presents?&lt;br /&gt;i was like doh...&lt;br /&gt;okay of couse i was like. awww man.&lt;br /&gt;but then anyway, they liked the pressies so i guess it was okay...&lt;br /&gt;okay between me and you,&lt;br /&gt;ten dollars of the rest i spent on the present was actuallt a loan from my dad which i have yet to pay...&lt;br /&gt;so shhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well its the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;come on, you're making me feel guilty....&lt;br /&gt;hmph..&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind anw yea.&lt;br /&gt;that was christmas eve eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was gift delivery time!!&lt;br /&gt;i love this part although all i mostly do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and some how we ended up in united square&lt;br /&gt;and shopped and shopped and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;and ate...&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. then we rushed home...&lt;br /&gt;put up the christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;ignoring the fact that we were kinda late..&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe we were very late.&lt;br /&gt;but who really cares when there is a beautiful glowing tree now?&lt;br /&gt;and then we had a lovely dinner compliments to my mommmmy&lt;br /&gt;pulled out our mattress under the tree,&lt;br /&gt;and watched tvee,&lt;br /&gt;un til it was twelve,&lt;br /&gt;then i ripped open gifts&lt;br /&gt;and helped my dad.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;its like for goodness sake, who cares about keeping the wrapper?&lt;br /&gt;its the gift right?&lt;br /&gt;and we had a fun time...&lt;br /&gt;and watched tvee again&lt;br /&gt;past err.... four a.m.?&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm not really sure&lt;br /&gt;but i was the only tv survivor&lt;br /&gt;not counting my brother.&lt;br /&gt;since he was using the computer...&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas!&lt;br /&gt;tvvvvvvveeee&lt;br /&gt;ttttteeevevvvve&lt;br /&gt;tv&lt;br /&gt;teevee&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;teeeevvvvvveeeeee&lt;br /&gt;television&lt;br /&gt;tellly&lt;br /&gt;tivi&lt;br /&gt;teeeeevvvvvveeeeee&lt;br /&gt;dinnnerrr.&lt;br /&gt;tttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeevvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;yup that was our wonderful christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being sacarstic&lt;br /&gt;it really was wonderful lying on the mattress&lt;br /&gt;watching four different versions of scrooge&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite,&lt;br /&gt;snowglobe.&lt;br /&gt;and i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;xd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see,&lt;br /&gt;if you take christmas as gifts and lights&lt;br /&gt;its really not much.&lt;br /&gt;i think it would last longer if we sat back and understood&lt;br /&gt;christmas beneath the lights, presents, santa and trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xd. peaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5708767678752801160?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5708767678752801160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5708767678752801160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5708767678752801160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5708767678752801160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-christmas.html' title='a different christmas'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7141987767485867173</id><published>2008-12-21T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T06:51:11.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish life wasn's that confusing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somtimes i wish people never changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but who am i kidding, even i have changed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the last pieces of my face are still hanging on tight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blocking another person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who am i kidding,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's not up to me to decide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wish it wasn't so hard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe if i had known how diferent things would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i wouldn have wanted to grow up so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but all i ever wanted, was to grow up knowing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that someone would always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;now i got what i wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i don't think that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and it makes me sick that i could be so different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;you don't know what you've got till its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;hey dudette,&lt;br /&gt;roll your eyes at me again,&lt;br /&gt;and they're gonna stick that way...&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry you won't look much different than how you already look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7141987767485867173?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7141987767485867173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=7141987767485867173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7141987767485867173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7141987767485867173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/sometimes-i-wish-life-wasns-that.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4136921094820686266</id><published>2008-12-17T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:51:44.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey dudes and dudettes and dukes. ande dukess.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yea i'm kinda lazy to post about the whole hong kong trip.&lt;br /&gt;but the highlights were disney second day,&lt;br /&gt;where me, charmaine, michael, clement and wey liam(is it spelt this way?!) were like spamming space mountain and buzzlight year.&lt;br /&gt;and ocean park.&lt;br /&gt;talk about madness.&lt;br /&gt;poor dudes though,&lt;br /&gt;i did warn you guys that ride is hell.&lt;br /&gt;gee...&lt;br /&gt;and then thanks to michael and wey liam(??!!!)&lt;br /&gt;we went to this ride that was suppose to rotate.&lt;br /&gt;according to them, it only should turn forty five degrees up.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;we found out later it actually tilts ninety degrees.&lt;br /&gt;and they don't provide seatbelts so if you don't hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;you'd be bumping around in the carriage like tangerines.&lt;br /&gt;they were like we're sorry we didn know.&lt;br /&gt;and i was like gee wheezers, thanks that helps.&lt;br /&gt;but it was so awesome we did it again.&lt;br /&gt;ironic right?&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;oh and macau was cool.&lt;br /&gt;although the casino's not as cool as they show it in las vegas.&lt;br /&gt;its like tables after tables.&lt;br /&gt;no bright lights.&lt;br /&gt;no music.&lt;br /&gt;no nth&lt;br /&gt;but the mall was cool.&lt;br /&gt;it was suppose to look like venice.&lt;br /&gt;but i wouldn know if they did a good job on that.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to venice.&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;the ferri was awesome&lt;br /&gt;although i felt like puking...&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;xd.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hong kong was cool...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, oh today we went fishin.man, i suffered sun burns on my arms...&lt;br /&gt;they itch...&lt;br /&gt;alot...&lt;br /&gt;it was wicked awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;real fun!&lt;br /&gt;and for lunch&lt;br /&gt;we went to this prata place...&lt;br /&gt;and thats all...&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll post more when i'm nto so lazy...&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at jest's house now.&lt;br /&gt;we have carolin later&lt;br /&gt;in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;we went to skateboard&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;we both fell of course&lt;br /&gt;but it was swell!&lt;br /&gt;thank ou han eol for the skateboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;all it needed was some paint, oil spray, and a little adjustments&lt;br /&gt;and whaddya know,&lt;br /&gt;i'm zooming and falling down the slope!&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;cally came along.&lt;br /&gt;jest's dad drove us all the way to the park&lt;br /&gt;and latte came along!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was rad!&lt;br /&gt;great fun!&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to lunch and now,&lt;br /&gt;jest is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and i'm watchin matilda...&lt;br /&gt;but it's having trouble loading&lt;br /&gt;so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll post more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peachy keens right up from head to toe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4136921094820686266?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4136921094820686266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4136921094820686266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4136921094820686266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4136921094820686266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-dudes-and-dudettes-and-dukes.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7611413473515033360</id><published>2008-12-16T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:50:47.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps!&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from hong kong!&lt;br /&gt;haha.yupyup.&lt;br /&gt;for more information please go to charmaine's blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha nah just kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll post about it when i don't quite feel so oozy...&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;sorry the pictures for the philippines are delayed.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm quite loser when it comes to this kinda things...&lt;br /&gt;anw,&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll&lt;br /&gt;have a good holiday&lt;br /&gt;and gee whezzerss.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot to post my visit to the docs.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll do so some other time.&lt;br /&gt;lazeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;kkay.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go sleeeep now...&lt;br /&gt;what am i still doing here.&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;man im taking a long time.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;okay g'day mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-voiceontheradio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7611413473515033360?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7611413473515033360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=7611413473515033360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/7611413473515033360'/><link rel='self' 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anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;now for whatever peculiar reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i suddenly feel the urge to just lie on my bed and scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;don't get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm not upset or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i just feel like screaming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;anyway wanna accompany me to a mountain to scream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;okay that sounds so drama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;oh well, i'll just scream on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;when no ones at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;screaming my lungs out at home is hazardous to my health...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;compliments to my dear brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;anyway, thanks to jest's 'hello sweetie, selena'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;my mom started giving me a 'police interview'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;thanks alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;anyway, i just found out a beanie is the perfect thing to cover a bad hair day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;have you seen my hair on bad hair days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;well if you haven't ask jest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i swear she laughs every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i can't wait for mind your language to come out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i think its just hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha. the lines are awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;well don't look at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i'm not the one who went screaming bonzas out the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;have you seen the size of a giagantic candy cane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i swear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;even for people like..... me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i would never be able to finish it without getting awful sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i don't know why i'm being so random now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but i don't have much to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;okay i'll admit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i have lots to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;since my holiday homework is far from being completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i feel like this bummer ass sitting in front of the teevee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;when i havent completed much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;who does homework in dec hols?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;okay maybe people who aren such lazy bums as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;ohoh have you tried unpolished rice before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;nasty things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;stick to the roof of your throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;my mom says i'm just plain spoiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but seriously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;who doesn agree that white rice is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and they say white is a pure color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;isn that why brides wear white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i told my dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;if i ever picked a wedding dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it'll be black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;he said don't speak so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;well what he doesn know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;is that my friend wanted a green wedding dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;talk about saving the environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;there was carolling practice in church today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;i can't wait for the real thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;it's so wicked bonza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;and man, the blending people laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;okay so maybe i'm just glad they're singing gloria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;but i wanted frosty the snowman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;talk about weird but frosty happens to be realllll jolly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever started a conversation&lt;br /&gt;even though you knew for sure you'd regret it?&lt;br /&gt;i mean one where you know all you'll get is the 'what is the freak talking about again'?&lt;br /&gt;it's just so weird but its like playing with fire.&lt;br /&gt;you know you'll get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;but you start it anyway for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;fire.&lt;br /&gt;dangerous. but then yet again.&lt;br /&gt;who cares?&lt;br /&gt;the first sparks just make you go,&lt;br /&gt;omg its starting!!&lt;br /&gt;and then you just move your face right up to it,&lt;br /&gt;not caring that the heat could kill you.&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone knows,that there is that one in a million chance&lt;br /&gt; you get.where you are able to feel truly alive- like maybe&lt;br /&gt;even though there's no proper reason,&lt;br /&gt;you feel just plain happy.&lt;br /&gt;and when it does come,who gives a damn about what happens?&lt;br /&gt;you just jump in headfirst,with no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didn have to jump.&lt;br /&gt;she knew it was up to her.&lt;br /&gt;she could've just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;but close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;and you might realize,&lt;br /&gt;what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. i'm feeling so peachy right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea!&lt;br /&gt;cos.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I'M FEELING PEACHY!!&lt;br /&gt;now all i need is candy.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind i'm feeling fat already!&lt;br /&gt;stuffing my face with candy isn gonna help.&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;leaving you with this to think about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are cows white with black spots or black with white spots?&lt;br /&gt;yea everyone's always talking about zebras, they forget all about te cows,&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-peachyxdxdxdxd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2976400335620804604?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2976400335620804604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2976400335620804604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2976400335620804604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2976400335620804604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-you-seen-that-dude-in-that-top-hat.html' title='HAVE YOU SEEN THAT DUDE IN THAT TOP HAT?'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8029790943888113021</id><published>2008-12-05T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:35:39.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;righto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;i'm back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;haha. kk i pinky promise promise promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;with a seal that as soon as i finish the colossal long post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;of the groovy trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;i'll post okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;right now, i needa restxd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i promised ber i'll put more smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;xdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxdxd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;be patient jest its coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-8029790943888113021?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8029790943888113021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=8029790943888113021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8029790943888113021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8029790943888113021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/12/righto-im-back-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-729970213352613166</id><published>2008-12-05T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:19:27.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>philippines trip!!!xdxdxdxd</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;howdy mates!&lt;br /&gt;haha just gotten back from the philippines!!&lt;br /&gt;haha man it was great!&lt;br /&gt;okay this will probably be a very long post&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that we were there for seven days!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll do it this way for easy reading.&lt;br /&gt;oh and ber, de, nicole, aiyah, everyone who was there too,&lt;br /&gt;if i got any facts wrong please tell me!&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm such a muddle head&lt;br /&gt;i probably will have lotsa mistakes that have to do with the order of events.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here goes!&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;ohoh and as soon as i get the photos ready, i pinky promise with a seal&lt;br /&gt;that i'll try my best to upload all of them in a civilised way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1: THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;woke up at five thirty in the morning with a whooping yell.&lt;br /&gt;boy i was excited.&lt;br /&gt;this holiday was gonna be one heck of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi came at six&lt;br /&gt;( them grown ups decided the taxi was most practical,&lt;br /&gt;after my dear brother convinced them that it would be a hideous sight if we dragged our blooming lugguageto the mrt...)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we reached the budget terminal at like six thirty.&lt;br /&gt;boy it was so awesome. i'd never been to the budget terminal.&lt;br /&gt;it was real clean with a nice caffetaria.&lt;br /&gt;actually, to tell ya'll the truth,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn really be bothered where we were&lt;br /&gt;so long as they had those cool trolleys meant for pushing luguagges&lt;br /&gt;although everyone knows,&lt;br /&gt;it can't hurt to get a whooping ride on it around the airport.&lt;br /&gt;haha.anyway, we were suppose to meet at eight thirty...&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to the erp,we went there like two hours earlier.&lt;br /&gt;kinda weird if you asked me but fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn a terrible wait though.music, food, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;seems like a pigs life but hey i did walk around some&lt;br /&gt;to do some 'exercise' okay who am i kidding,&lt;br /&gt;i only walked from the taxi to the chairs&lt;br /&gt;and from the chairs to the checkin in of lugguage place.&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i was glued to the chair...&lt;br /&gt;but hey, that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the very long wait, they finally came.&lt;br /&gt;except for nicole's family and daniel.&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how they had two daniels.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;they were to join us all the same on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;but uncle chee onn couldn come which was a great pity&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm boring you with the minute details but oh well,&lt;br /&gt;okay so they had some food ordered.&lt;br /&gt;emme was the best.&lt;br /&gt;apparently she ordered a chicken pie which was kinda small.&lt;br /&gt;then later she saw a carbonara(excuse the spelling)pie which hey,&lt;br /&gt;sounds jolly good if you asked me,&lt;br /&gt;but the carbonara pie had no carbonara inside.&lt;br /&gt;haha in fact it was just a whooping big version of the tiny chicken pie&lt;br /&gt;with a whooping big price too. haha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at around okay i dont know the time&lt;br /&gt;but who really bothers about the time when you're about to go for a crazy holiday?&lt;br /&gt; okay so around a certain time,&lt;br /&gt;we went into the other side of the glass door.&lt;br /&gt;okay excuse my vocabulary but if i'm not wrong they call it the departal hall?&lt;br /&gt;another thing i'm not really keen on knowing.&lt;br /&gt;i can just see my english teacher's eyes cutting through me,&lt;br /&gt;telling me i'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,so it was just the usual stuff, and then we were on the plane!&lt;br /&gt;and because we had gone so early,&lt;br /&gt;we were seated way in the front.&lt;br /&gt;i sat with my brother and a nice lady,&lt;br /&gt;actually she isn a lady,okay fine, a young lady.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,the flight was the best.&lt;br /&gt;i love flying on planes!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay there's really nothing else you can fly on except helis and all&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;we had cup noodles which costed like freaking four dollars!&lt;br /&gt;but here's the thing,while the soup was piping hot,&lt;br /&gt;the noodles were cold.&lt;br /&gt;cooked deifintely, but cold.&lt;br /&gt;rather weird.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i mostly slept...and slept.&lt;br /&gt;but when the plane was descending i was wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;i loved the feeling that the plane is going down&lt;br /&gt;but we're not crashing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the same stuff when we landed,&lt;br /&gt;collection of lugguage.&lt;br /&gt;and then aunty jean who is with the nav in philippines came with arnold&lt;br /&gt;( i'm sorry if the names are spelt wrong!xd)&lt;br /&gt;to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;oh and on the way, we saw a truckload of fat pigs.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not using the word lightly here when i say fat.&lt;br /&gt;they are just humoungiagantic!!!&lt;br /&gt;simply unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;poor things though i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i mean they don't seem to realize that they are on their way to get slaughtered.&lt;br /&gt;poor poor things...&lt;br /&gt;anyway they were really nice a chirpy&lt;br /&gt;and brought us to this shopping centre where we had tea.&lt;br /&gt;a rather funny tea if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;we had carbonara(this one had noodles)&lt;br /&gt;and pasta and all from the pancake house!!!&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;the portions were quite small which was just as well i guess&lt;br /&gt;since it was only tea.&lt;br /&gt;after that we shopped abit&lt;br /&gt;but i guess being so tired from the flight&lt;br /&gt;(which is rather strange since all we did on the flight was sleep)&lt;br /&gt;we weren exactly in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;i just went through the rackes and stoned quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;and then we went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;okay you might think 'you mean all they ever did there was eat and eat and eat?&lt;br /&gt;thats not so, the best was yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went to this bufffet with local food.&lt;br /&gt;we weren that accustomed to the taste of cocal food i guess,&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay all the same.&lt;br /&gt;the thing that made the meal interestin&lt;br /&gt;was trying all sorts of food that seemed weird to us&lt;br /&gt;(but then again we probably weren used to it is all)&lt;br /&gt;it was fun,&lt;br /&gt;laughin at the funny faces of shock put on upon the first bite of certain foods and playing.&lt;br /&gt;and soon we were back piled up in the very cool van which belonged to arnold.&lt;br /&gt;and were on our way to the nav building!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was a cosy place,very friendly to me i must say.&lt;br /&gt;and our room was so cute with bunks and all. i&lt;br /&gt;t didn take us long to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it wasn that we were tired&lt;br /&gt;but that we couldn wait for another jolly day to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2: FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the first of the young uns to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;a nice man directed me to where my parents were with the others eating breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;a nice breakfast i must say.&lt;br /&gt;i have never tasted mango so sweet and the bread was swell.&lt;br /&gt;aunty jean roused my interest in the book store&lt;br /&gt;when she told me that they had true color books&lt;br /&gt;selling for a hundred and twenty pesos which is equivilent to bout four dollars?&lt;br /&gt;let me take a while to tell you that pesos is the most fun currency i've ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;firstly its like they don't need cents!&lt;br /&gt;just one number.&lt;br /&gt;and they have ten pesos in coins even!!!&lt;br /&gt;it is reallllllly awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe i'm getting over excited and sentimental&lt;br /&gt;or whatever that call that.&lt;br /&gt;but wait till you hear that i refused to spend some of my pesos just for souvenoirs.&lt;br /&gt;okok back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;we probably robbed looked like we robbed the bookstore,&lt;br /&gt;but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;it was so cool, browsing the bookstore.&lt;br /&gt;and then, we left for greenhills(?)&lt;br /&gt;okay its green something.. i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was realy cool!!&lt;br /&gt;but a little tiring if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;you basically just walk through open shops and shops of clothes shoes and bags.&lt;br /&gt;and electronic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;they kinda all sell the same thing but bargaining was fun.&lt;br /&gt;and all the sales people are so polite and nice.&lt;br /&gt;but it was flustering,&lt;br /&gt;tryna squeeze through the shops that were so tightly packed.&lt;br /&gt;grabbed some gifts.&lt;br /&gt;we were there up til lunch. say hello to jollibee.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch,we shopped more.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;my mom managed to get a pretty call bag for my dear grandma.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure she'll like it.haha.&lt;br /&gt;right,&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to the theme park.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,before reaching we stopped at manila bay( did i get that right?)&lt;br /&gt;and oh wait did i mention that their buses are just the cutest thing ever?!!&lt;br /&gt;the buses even have their own names!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, snap went the camera,&lt;br /&gt;and belle and i fed the small kittens with dougnuts.&lt;br /&gt;killer for sure, krispy kream is sooooo sweet!!!&lt;br /&gt;but the kittens were skin and bones or rather fur and bones they were soooo skinny,&lt;br /&gt;we couldn help it..&lt;br /&gt;okay then it was the theme park.&lt;br /&gt;whoop!&lt;br /&gt;it was rather funny though.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh and we saw FROSTY THE SNOWMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;or rather some poor dude in a frosty costume who kept getting bumped by children.&lt;br /&gt;well he can grumble all he want that's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;in a jolly suite like that with such a happy wide smile stuck onto it,&lt;br /&gt;no one can tell even if he was sulking.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well,when we first entered,&lt;br /&gt;we thought the place was small.&lt;br /&gt;but soon we discovered the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;qued for a ride,played some fun store games,&lt;br /&gt;then we headed back, tired and conked out but hungry.&lt;br /&gt;we went to a chinese restaurant where we ate food.well duh right?&lt;br /&gt;but the food was great!!&lt;br /&gt;yupyupyup.&lt;br /&gt;it was good.&lt;br /&gt;on the way home and all we played funny games&lt;br /&gt;like in your pants and all,&lt;br /&gt;so we all cracked up and then back to the hotel for showers,&lt;br /&gt;and plopp onto the bedand zzzz's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY THREE: SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say a whoooping hello to the mall of asia!&lt;br /&gt;it is this giaganticalossal shopping mall.&lt;br /&gt;it's huge really.&lt;br /&gt;okay so actually all we did all day was shop.&lt;br /&gt;i mean isn that what you do in a mall?&lt;br /&gt;and there was this giant ice skating ring there.&lt;br /&gt;but. i didn skate.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;man skating is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ate at this food court for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i had mac n cheese.&lt;br /&gt;i sure miss mac n cheese since america.&lt;br /&gt;it was okay i guess.haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, yea so we went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and shopping&lt;br /&gt;and shopping&lt;br /&gt;and okay you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;my legs were like ouch.&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i goofed around.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, plain shopping isn fun.&lt;br /&gt;you hafta try outragous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;even if nobody would ever think them outfits are for actual wearing&lt;br /&gt;its till fun.&lt;br /&gt;especially when you look ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;haha.of course i can't always try on outragous clothes&lt;br /&gt;if i'm gonna buy anythingbut once a store is fun.&lt;br /&gt;especially shoes.&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i spotted this shop that had the most peachy seats.&lt;br /&gt;actually no, they almost looked scary,&lt;br /&gt;like real animal's skin with a head.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.it was fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;ber said she saw them too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for dinner that daywas fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;oh and before dinner the rest had landed safely and came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;yea fish and co was great.&lt;br /&gt;but ber's family and my dad went to eat something else.&lt;br /&gt;haha then the funny thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;me, deb, and nicole went to the book store.&lt;br /&gt;man, there were so many books there we lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was looking for us.&lt;br /&gt;we were like half and hour late&lt;br /&gt;and 'em adults almost reported to the security guards to page for us!&lt;br /&gt;oh and did i mention that there are security guards everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYWHERE. alot of them too.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, in the end they found us...&lt;br /&gt;and then we went back to the nav centre.&lt;br /&gt;only now cos there was more of us so instead of one family to a room,&lt;br /&gt;the guys had a room and us girls slept in the girls dorm.&lt;br /&gt;at least it wasn as cold as the previous nights though.&lt;br /&gt;but haha we weren't about to sleep yet.&lt;br /&gt;haha us youths played some swacking games first.&lt;br /&gt;until our eyelids could open no longer then we went to zzz.&lt;br /&gt;the next day: taygatay.&lt;br /&gt;whopee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR: SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man this post sure is long...&lt;br /&gt;kkay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;after a hurried packing and all we left for taygatay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry but i don't quite remember the days events...&lt;br /&gt;mostly we were on the road...&lt;br /&gt;emme learned how to fix the rubiks( great job emme!!!)&lt;br /&gt;compliments to me who teached her(fine fine i'll turn off my ego)&lt;br /&gt;and jez's cube.&lt;br /&gt;we went for dinner at someplace and then reached the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;and have i mentioned, the people there are sooo awesomely nice?&lt;br /&gt;they act like everything is peachy even when you dont' say thanks and all.&lt;br /&gt;they are so patient and all!!!&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting polite!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn have that much fun i guess,&lt;br /&gt;my hand was suffering from the same old pain.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;and its become such a bore to go to kkh so often.&lt;br /&gt;but that's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh well anyway, so i went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FIVE: MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been the early night,&lt;br /&gt;i woke up as early as the rents.&lt;br /&gt;but i just stoned in bed or read...&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what time it was when ber called.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to her room with the others awake there.&lt;br /&gt;the adults had gone elsewhere so it was just us...&lt;br /&gt;we had instant noodles for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and spent almost the entire day watchin tv&lt;br /&gt;then went down to play a mix of captain's ball and ultimate frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;and the weather was great!! really chilly though, and strong wind&lt;br /&gt;... and yea, we played with a basketball.&lt;br /&gt;it was heavier than a netball and harder to throw.&lt;br /&gt;haha well duh, i've never been able to pass properly.&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun all the same and i was really genuinely happy.&lt;br /&gt;for that long.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we headed to the pool where we shared like two cans of coke.&lt;br /&gt;yeayea so maybe two cans of coke is kinda little&lt;br /&gt;but you can't say anything when one can costs a freaking two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;and the pool side was so...romantic as emme put it.&lt;br /&gt;yup we had fun then heade back to the room&lt;br /&gt;we had spag for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;an aunty rosy's original complete with tuna fish(???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;it would have been great if they had passed on the tuna.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, it was nice all the same eating home cooked food even on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;then then...oh shoot i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, we played cards!!&lt;br /&gt;poker all the way man.&lt;br /&gt;and i had a happy casino.&lt;br /&gt;ironic isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;it was brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;and oh my after the stuff that has happened that have been a bummer,&lt;br /&gt;(but oh well thanks to jest thank you girl!)&lt;br /&gt;i finally was able to sorta forget.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i dont' care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;its that or maybe, it just isn't such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, back to the trip, i had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all my wonderful friends!&lt;br /&gt;and of course my rents...&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys, you have no idea how much ya'll mean.&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll!!!!!!xdxdxd&lt;br /&gt;okok anyway, i went to sleep quite soundly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY SIX: TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is rated by me as the best day.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST IT WAS FANTASTICALLY WICKED AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;and that's the understatement of the century.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, actually the day started quite crummy.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we waited real long for our tour guide for the day, romy.&lt;br /&gt;now usually arnold drives us around&lt;br /&gt;but we aparently the rents decided to find their own transport&lt;br /&gt;although i dont' quite know why.&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad wait though.&lt;br /&gt;belle discovered mentos that had fuji apple flavour.&lt;br /&gt;it was realy interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i think its the best mentos flavour i've ever eaten&lt;br /&gt;and we all know how much i love candyxdxd&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, apparently, due to miscommunication,&lt;br /&gt;romy got the wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;so we were quite late but anyway soon we piled into the bus the bus!&lt;br /&gt;exactly the same as the ones with the names!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was real cool really wanted to try sitting in a bus like that.&lt;br /&gt;and i sat at the end with an opening!&lt;br /&gt;both de and i bought the true colors set,&lt;br /&gt;so we brought one each.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the road was so dusty that in the end,&lt;br /&gt;when we alighted, we were all covered in dust.&lt;br /&gt;at least i was.&lt;br /&gt;my forehead was full of dust when i rubbed it.&lt;br /&gt;my book was covered in dust.&lt;br /&gt;ber's camera was covered in dust.&lt;br /&gt;but, at least my mom, my brother, dan and aunty rosy i think?&lt;br /&gt;weren that bad cos they were sitting on the inside part.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;we sang and talked and read while waiting for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;lunch was good. veg and noodles. but abit too salty.&lt;br /&gt;oh i learned something from de.&lt;br /&gt;when dan says the food taste just right,&lt;br /&gt;it means the food is too salty.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. anyway,&lt;br /&gt;after lunch we took a boat to the volcano crater.&lt;br /&gt;man it was a mix of crud and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;crud because i got soaked right up till my innings and was shivering cold.&lt;br /&gt;awesome because it was plain fun!&lt;br /&gt;poor emme didn seem to enjoy it though.&lt;br /&gt;she and belle were sitting together and everytime a wave washed over us,&lt;br /&gt;she made that oh so cute face and whimpered.&lt;br /&gt;i was half laughin and half crying,&lt;br /&gt;while my brother and jez were gloating at he back cos they didn get that wet.&lt;br /&gt;well whatever,&lt;br /&gt;the water splashing in made it more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;haha but halfway through,&lt;br /&gt;the boat ran outta the thing that makes them run.&lt;br /&gt;i think its gas or smth.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we had to get attached to de's boat with dan yelling suckers off the back.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn as fun after that cos we had to go slower.&lt;br /&gt;but groovy all the same.&lt;br /&gt;reaching there,&lt;br /&gt;we alighted while i ran up to my mom to show off how drenched i was.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;some poor ladies came up to us and almost seeemingly begged us&lt;br /&gt;to purchase drinks and all.&lt;br /&gt;i felt sooo sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;but not as sorry as the little children running along the cars on the big road,&lt;br /&gt;begging for money or trying to sell stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i mean jut one glance at their large round eyes pleading you,&lt;br /&gt;and your heart aches&lt;br /&gt;its prove that looks can kill and they're like skin and bones.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it just makes me even more thankful to God&lt;br /&gt;for all he has provided me with.&lt;br /&gt;and i realize, i'm sooo fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, anyway, there was a school there and horses!!!&lt;br /&gt;and other animals like roosters and other farm animals.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we started walking up the trail to our destination,&lt;br /&gt;which was the peak of somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;it was shit here and shit there.&lt;br /&gt;it was just crummy...&lt;br /&gt;i was like crud, we won't make it up and down again before dark.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, 'em rents payed for horserides up the sorta moutainlike thing&lt;br /&gt;and it was the best horseride i've ever had!xdxd&lt;br /&gt;my rider was a very nice lady,&lt;br /&gt;my bro's was this dude who seemed to be really experienced,&lt;br /&gt;ber had this guy who i think liked her alot,&lt;br /&gt;de had a nice lady too,&lt;br /&gt;emme had a lady too,&lt;br /&gt;and dan had this really cute small dude&lt;br /&gt;who was so cheerful and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;the rest i'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my horse was called sweet dreams and was such a dear.&lt;br /&gt;the ride was wicked wicked smashing awesome.&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;first of all,&lt;br /&gt;i've never ridden a horse by myself holding the ropes and all.&lt;br /&gt;i mean of course the rider was the one hollering the commands&lt;br /&gt;that made the horse gallop or trot but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;i was holding the ropes!!&lt;br /&gt;and it was one hell of a ride up a steep steep slope next to the cliff&lt;br /&gt;at most parts one slip and byebye to my life!&lt;br /&gt;my dad says he was kinda scared cos it was mostly dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;mostly, i thought nothing of it&lt;br /&gt;and had really literally the ride of my life.&lt;br /&gt;my rider pointed out the holes where the hot gas from the volcanoes came out from.&lt;br /&gt;man, it was hot!&lt;br /&gt;emme's horse was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;simply hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;it kept going for food very near the edge of the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;real scary if you asked me,&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time funny.&lt;br /&gt;food food food. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i shant post the comment i made...&lt;br /&gt;it wasn that nice and i'm awful sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;jez looked funny cos he was so bloody tall and his horse was so bloody small.&lt;br /&gt;my brother's rider was way cool,&lt;br /&gt;taking the horse up the more dangerous but no doubt funner route.&lt;br /&gt;my rider made sweet dreams gallop o' couple o' times.&lt;br /&gt;it was rad.&lt;br /&gt;the scenery was splendid!&lt;br /&gt;okay this might sound really lame or whatever&lt;br /&gt;but i suddenly felt like hidalgo or aragon.&lt;br /&gt;i know of course for a fact that the speed they rode the horse&lt;br /&gt;was like ten times faster&lt;br /&gt;and they didn have someone else trailing at the back to make sure nothing went wrong&lt;br /&gt;and their horses were definitely more well groom, much bigger,&lt;br /&gt;much much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;man, who am i kidding, my horse was like a pony.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i had fun, can't blame me for my wild mind.&lt;br /&gt;we reached the top and i sadly de mounted.&lt;br /&gt;or whatever you call that action where you get off the horse.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the view was splendid and again, snap went the camera!&lt;br /&gt;shirts were bought, pictures taken fun lived.&lt;br /&gt;and then the much enticipated ride down.&lt;br /&gt;talk about rad.&lt;br /&gt;it was swell!&lt;br /&gt;the ride down was scarier but definitely more thrilling and awesome,&lt;br /&gt;dan's rider, the cute little dude galloped the horse all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;a tinge of envy.&lt;br /&gt;but just a little.&lt;br /&gt;just as well, my ass was kinda sore...&lt;br /&gt;we reached down and emme's horse,&lt;br /&gt;thankfully,&lt;br /&gt;wasn that hungry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;we took the boat back.&lt;br /&gt;but this time we sat in the back,&lt;br /&gt;leavin jez and my bro in front.&lt;br /&gt;but oh man, just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;i got wet in the front quite bad and the guys didn have it that bad.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, found out later,&lt;br /&gt;that de deb and dan, the sibling trio&lt;br /&gt;had fun sitting way in the front of the boat without any cover.&lt;br /&gt;boy that must have been fun.&lt;br /&gt;dinner was okay.&lt;br /&gt;oh and they had coke.&lt;br /&gt;i loved their coke cos they sold 'em in glass bottles.&lt;br /&gt;call me weird but i thought it tasted better that way.&lt;br /&gt;then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;at first i slept.&lt;br /&gt;then awoke to my bro and dan singing.&lt;br /&gt;so i joined in.&lt;br /&gt;it was rad fun.&lt;br /&gt;deb and de joined.&lt;br /&gt;and emme slept.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway we got back exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i was so freaking dirty,&lt;br /&gt;i had to scrub myself extra hard and shampoo twice.&lt;br /&gt;and then if im' not wrong we played poker again.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i forgot that we also played boggle&lt;br /&gt;a little anywy.&lt;br /&gt;but we all got our asses whooped by who else?&lt;br /&gt;deb, nicole and jez...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;yea at de's room.&lt;br /&gt;we had cup noodles and chilly noodles&lt;br /&gt;and honey stars to accompany us into the night.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY SEVEN: WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today arnold came.&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up early...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some of us headed to this flower garden thing&lt;br /&gt;that was really close to where we were staying.&lt;br /&gt;actually all of us i with the exeption of emme my brother and deb.&lt;br /&gt;all em were still snoozing away.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i had a much better time there than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;yupyupyup!&lt;br /&gt;the flowers were just stunning gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;they had these beds in the midst of tree trunks&lt;br /&gt;with lamps hanging here and there that were simply the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;of course the camera snapped some more again.&lt;br /&gt;i found a giagantic pink lovely flower that had fallen onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;and 'planted' it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;of course the rest assured me that it would never grow.&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;they have no imagination that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i loved the girls bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;i know i know you are probably going like&lt;br /&gt;'this girl has gone nuts' i assure you i have not gone nuts cos i already AM nuts.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the entrance to the toilet was a drawed curtain&lt;br /&gt;trimmed with seashells cool to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;once you enter the curtain,&lt;br /&gt;you reach a little room that as a cute wooden bench and a wooden dressing table&lt;br /&gt;complete with three mirrors facing whoever was sitting on the little stool&lt;br /&gt;that was placed in front of the table.&lt;br /&gt;curtains similiar to that of the entrance&lt;br /&gt;were hung behind the bench that leaned against the window.&lt;br /&gt;there was a wooden door from the inside that let to the real toilet.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the sink was outside this tiny room that supposedly to me,&lt;br /&gt;had come from a fairytale.&lt;br /&gt;the sink was an oval bowl which rested on a pile of square bricks.&lt;br /&gt;a rather peculiar sink if you asked me but it worked all the same.&lt;br /&gt;then... after takin a few pictures,&lt;br /&gt;dan stepped on dog remains.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;poor dude.&lt;br /&gt;poor ber too who followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;so while they were busy gettin it off their shoes&lt;br /&gt;i went to the herb place with nicole de and my dad and my mom and well all the others.&lt;br /&gt;it was real cool. i loved the smell.&lt;br /&gt;not of the herbs though.&lt;br /&gt;of the food coming from the kitchen of a restaurant that was right beside the herb garden&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;me and food again.&lt;br /&gt;after that,&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the hotel to drop some people off&lt;br /&gt;so they can play at the club house&lt;br /&gt;and get belle to continue go shop and sight see.&lt;br /&gt;acutally we went to shop. again.&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to go picnic grove first but you hafta pay&lt;br /&gt;and the only thing to do there is to horse ride which will be useless&lt;br /&gt;since we had gone for the best horseride ever!xd&lt;br /&gt;okay then we headed to people's park in the sky.&lt;br /&gt; like almost the highest peak. but it wasn much use i guess.&lt;br /&gt;the fog was so heavy i couldn see past ten feet.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe even less.&lt;br /&gt;still it was cool cos it seemed like we were in another dimension.&lt;br /&gt;where almost everything was white.&lt;br /&gt;bloody awesome.&lt;br /&gt;oh and then we went to the shoe mart.&lt;br /&gt;nope, they don't just sell shoes,&lt;br /&gt;they sell a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;we had lunch at shakeys.&lt;br /&gt;its something like pizza hut i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but man it was delicious to the t( i made this thing up, don't use it in your compo)&lt;br /&gt;clapped in a place like that, the food was cool.&lt;br /&gt;there was pizza, pasta, potato mojo's, chicken, lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;and oh my jollywalodi, i was full after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;yupyup, full to the brim!&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to shop!&lt;br /&gt;haha we found perfume great for gifts and me and de bought some.&lt;br /&gt;and then we shopped shopped and shopped.&lt;br /&gt;de found a beany with brim that my brother so wanted,&lt;br /&gt;but the price it cost could buy me like eight other kinds of beanies.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun but tiring though&lt;br /&gt;and  i bought cotten candy!&lt;br /&gt;let me take a step back and tell you that cotten candy&lt;br /&gt;is one of my favourite kind of candy.&lt;br /&gt;its so fluffy and melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;you feel like your floating and can't help smiling as the floss melts in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;the sweet taste is sooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got a cone and aunty eileen was so nice.&lt;br /&gt;she bought like five balls of them talk about delirious.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i'm over exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, its cotton candy dudes!&lt;br /&gt;we were suppose to go back to meet the three guys, emme and deb.&lt;br /&gt;but poor poor uncle daniel lost his phone.&lt;br /&gt;i think its a very valuable phone too!&lt;br /&gt;apparently he left it in his pocket and then it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;so he guessed it was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;so he had to go make a police report and because it was so late,&lt;br /&gt;we couldn go back to fetch the others for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;instead we stayed at sm for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;not a bad thing though.&lt;br /&gt;chowking was the best.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was my favourite meal in philippines.&lt;br /&gt;yup, thats a positive.&lt;br /&gt;they sell chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe i was just craving for chinese food after the previous days without it.&lt;br /&gt;so the food tasted doubly nice.&lt;br /&gt;but still it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;uncle daniel came back with arnold pretty late,&lt;br /&gt;and by the time we got back it was close to twelve.&lt;br /&gt;but all in all we had fun and we still played cards actually,&lt;br /&gt;i didn stay that long.&lt;br /&gt;i guess my eyelids just couldn open so i went back to our room to sleeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;so far everything: peachy.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn want tomorrow to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY EIGHT: THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;the last and final day :(&lt;br /&gt; of course i woke up and went&lt;br /&gt;'awww so soon'&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at seven forty five.&lt;br /&gt;went to have breakfast at some place in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it looked just like a little cottage and it was next to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;haha the food was great!&lt;br /&gt;there were pancakes, beef broth, mango juice, coffee&lt;br /&gt;man, i'd never tasted such nice pancakes!&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, after the wonderful meal,&lt;br /&gt;i went back to our room to pack some then it was off to ber's room.&lt;br /&gt;that's where we usually met.&lt;br /&gt;soon we set off for manila.&lt;br /&gt;haha due to some miscommunication however,&lt;br /&gt;we went to people's park in the sky first.&lt;br /&gt;i managed to get beanies which i'm sure jest and didi will just love.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm sorry bout the skateboards jest, wait a while longer is all!!)&lt;br /&gt;then we headed to manila, or rather the mall of asia there.&lt;br /&gt;its so big though, there were so many shops there we haven't visited!&lt;br /&gt;we slept all the way.&lt;br /&gt;ber and belle went for manicures and pedicures and ended up with lovely nails!&lt;br /&gt;haha, i decided to go around with my rents.&lt;br /&gt;first though, we headed to this coffee place.&lt;br /&gt;now, we all know how much i love candy,&lt;br /&gt;and so it should come across as no surprise&lt;br /&gt;that i loved the caramel coffee there!&lt;br /&gt;haha! it was good!!!&lt;br /&gt;the first shop we hit was pierre cardin&lt;br /&gt;where we picked out two shirts for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;haha, it made him shockingly slim!&lt;br /&gt;( i'm not being mean here, but really, he looked alot skinner)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went here and there, s&lt;br /&gt;hopping for new year stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun tryina beat the time to visit as many shops as possible.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we ate at chowking for dinner again(jollygood)&lt;br /&gt;and then we all piled into the van to get to the airport(:( )&lt;br /&gt;it was fun on the plane, i got the window seat and despite it being almost pitch black,&lt;br /&gt;the clouds were visible and most definitely, the stars.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;slept some, played paper games with my mom and slept again.&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up like somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;no one from our group was sleeping so we kinda goofed around a little&lt;br /&gt;and before long, we were landing.&lt;br /&gt;singapore was gorgeous from up above with all the city lights.&lt;br /&gt;the view was real pretty.xdxd&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the usual stuff, we got out.&lt;br /&gt;we spilt, leaving our family and nicole's family.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the caffe to grab a bite.&lt;br /&gt;after the meal, headed home thanks to a taxi.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss philippines, but it is good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day: all i seem to be able to do is sleep, eat and sleep some more:)&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the holidays:)&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.xdxdxdxdxdxd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks, i'm sorry its so long:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and i can't wait for hong kong!!xdxd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;peachy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-729970213352613166?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3120355088254170151</id><published>2008-11-22T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:29:37.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP!!!XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SSkiWuOAOiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lWM4J-EF9es/s1600-h/gkhdhkdghk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271782612573108770" style="WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SSkiWuOAOiI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lWM4J-EF9es/s320/gkhdhkdghk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay if i'm not wrong this is gonna be an extremely long post.&lt;br /&gt;extremely long...anyway, i'm gonna talk about CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;talk about funlicious.&lt;br /&gt;it was real groovy&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so i went for netball monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda late, screw the timin...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it started pouring in the middle of training&lt;br /&gt;after training, i was suppose to go all the way to sembawang from redhill&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you now if you haven't already heard,&lt;br /&gt;carrying camp lugguage and juggling and umbrella and your lunch and shoe bag&lt;br /&gt;in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;is a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;i was close to tears walking from here to there.&lt;br /&gt;it was an extremely long journey.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully it was cut short because mel's dad fetched me from the mrt&lt;br /&gt;to the campsite.otherwise, by the time i actually reached the camp site.&lt;br /&gt;i would have been dead.&lt;br /&gt;chopped.a goner.&lt;br /&gt;anway, i arrived there and immediately felt like going home.&lt;br /&gt;little kids ran around everywhere screaming bumping into me&lt;br /&gt;adults and youth screaming their lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to yining, i reached the room safely.&lt;br /&gt;only our room was on the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;actually i died.&lt;br /&gt;but because i'm as curious as a cat,i have nine lives&lt;br /&gt;sadly, only five of them are left.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i sneaked my cold lunch in the room&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i thought i heard an adults voice.&lt;br /&gt;immediately, we went into packing my lunch and shoving the door open.&lt;br /&gt;cursed.it was jonathan(dunno if i spelled that right)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went downstairs to continue eating anyway.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, rongi was acting strange, being so nice to yining.&lt;br /&gt;okay no, not just him, but almost all the guys.&lt;br /&gt;hello yining, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;it got better though.&lt;br /&gt;after that we went up to prepare some games.&lt;br /&gt;real awesome, i must say,compliments to yining.&lt;br /&gt;we poured the sugar icing out.&lt;br /&gt;the kids were suppose to shove their mouths into the plate of icin&lt;br /&gt;and find the mentos hidden.someone puked in one though.&lt;br /&gt;poor kids, though i must say&lt;br /&gt;i was more sorry for the kids that went after him.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;anywaywe all poured them out.&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of tyn,he poured out the icing AND ate as well.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.anyway, the kids came up,screaming like a bunch of who knows what.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was quite hard getting them organized but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;it went pretty well i guess.i mean they all had fun,they might have been cheeky&lt;br /&gt;but hey, aren we all?&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, we were done with the games long before the time was up.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to our dear eunice,&lt;br /&gt;who entertained the kids beautifully i must say,&lt;br /&gt;the time passed.slowly though.with em wild things&lt;br /&gt;them kids seem to have a limitless amount of energy.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun though,&lt;br /&gt;and i was amazed at how eunice always had something funny to say.&lt;br /&gt;all them creative juices seemed never ending.&lt;br /&gt;besides they were so adorable,&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to scold them without laughin.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, poor bryan though.&lt;br /&gt;he gotta bee sting.&lt;br /&gt;but everytime we camp there, someone's sure to get bitten.&lt;br /&gt;thank God it wasn serious though.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what happened after that...&lt;br /&gt;but yining rachel and i snagged the bathrooms early so we wouldn hafta wait later on.&lt;br /&gt;man the water was cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh after that was worship.&lt;br /&gt;justin did a good job.i had fun just jumping around, praising God.&lt;br /&gt;i wished they had two mikes though.&lt;br /&gt;bryan had a cool voice too.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,worship was fun,&lt;br /&gt;and then it was if i'm not wrong story telling and a skit.&lt;br /&gt;and after that was dinner.&lt;br /&gt;it was great, with my stomach feeling like an empty bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;after everything,and them little things gone to bed,&lt;br /&gt;we played cards.i didn play that much though.&lt;br /&gt;i was dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;but while i was still conscious&lt;br /&gt;emerson was owned by everybody&lt;br /&gt;playing twenty one.sad.&lt;br /&gt;we couldn find a suitable punishment,&lt;br /&gt;and kept changing the punishment in the middle of his execution&lt;br /&gt;that we were called sadists.&lt;br /&gt;yea right.&lt;br /&gt;if we could confirm that the dude would still be alive after a little physical,&lt;br /&gt;we wouldn be changing the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;he ended up proposing to jo,&lt;br /&gt;funny sight i must say,though we might have ended up disturbing jo's peaceful reading. right.anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we couldn play long,another day was yet to be lived.&lt;br /&gt;another tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,after falling asleep i realized somehow in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;that i forgot to set my alarm.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to rachel though,who woke up real early,&lt;br /&gt;i got up earlier.preparing breakfast was fun.&lt;br /&gt;then it was worship practice.&lt;br /&gt;worship was awesome.and then...it was deck games.&lt;br /&gt;good job to..sorry i'm so sorry i forgot who did that.b&lt;br /&gt;ut good job anyway.was it christabelle?&lt;br /&gt;no wait games wasn first..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;it was okay nevermind i got the schedule mixed.&lt;br /&gt;all i know was that in the later part,the little crew pirates&lt;br /&gt;( the theme of the camp was pirates. i was cabin girl!cool eh?ok nvm)&lt;br /&gt;had to think of a skit and cheer.&lt;br /&gt;ouch man, my group consisted of mostly little guys,&lt;br /&gt;screaming,but they are the most amusing things i must say.&lt;br /&gt;two keep going after the sandwhiches,one was real obedient and cute,&lt;br /&gt;and little daniel was real cute, acting drunk...&lt;br /&gt;okay anw, thanks to samantha,the group had a great cheer!&lt;br /&gt;(great job sam!)&lt;br /&gt;they did great presenting it too.&lt;br /&gt;and the two dudes who kept going for the food,&lt;br /&gt;i had a hard time coaxing them to take bites of their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to scold them, but ended up laughnig.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, an adult took over.&lt;br /&gt;after that, was the treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;it was wacked out funny.&lt;br /&gt;after the race,we had a very very fun water fight.&lt;br /&gt;compliments to bryan.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, my white shirt made me back out earlier.&lt;br /&gt;some young uns ended up gettin wet too.&lt;br /&gt;a result of our fun.poor things. sorry!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after changing, we got ready for barbecue and campfire.&lt;br /&gt;actually i didn barbecue anything.haha!&lt;br /&gt;the adults and eunice did a great job though.&lt;br /&gt;after that we all talked and laughed over&lt;br /&gt;embarrassing things( i'm sorry i'm so muddle headed!!!)&lt;br /&gt;and weird things and oh well,we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;then was campfire,which didn last long.&lt;br /&gt;but just nice if you asked me,i was dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;but we didn go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;after showering,we played cards.&lt;br /&gt;it was thrilling.although i didn understand some of the games&lt;br /&gt;even after eunice's numerous explainings&lt;br /&gt;so in the end, she ever so nicely lended me her phone&lt;br /&gt;its the coolest phone i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i played taptap revenge with belle.&lt;br /&gt;but after a while she pulled out her psp.and made me feel dumb.&lt;br /&gt;the game she played needed an amount of coordination that greatly exceeded my capability&lt;br /&gt;or whatever skill needed for that game.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the canteen for a midnight snack&lt;br /&gt;thnks belle!!&lt;br /&gt;yea...and then we went for a midnight drive!&lt;br /&gt;yea! at twelve twenty eight&lt;br /&gt;thanks eunice!i had fun!and a big thank you to aunty pui yee and aunty poh kiang.&lt;br /&gt;and then it was bed time.&lt;br /&gt;next and final day,&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at seven&lt;br /&gt;but rachel beat me, waking up earlier for a morning walk.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,helped with breakfast&lt;br /&gt;its really fun!and then it was worship practice.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, half my energy had been swiped.&lt;br /&gt;along with my voice.after the endless screaming...ouch.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, mel helped&lt;br /&gt;so i wasn so dead.but i think it didn go too well.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, it was for God&lt;br /&gt;so i'm sure he's pleased...we were all half dead after that.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the jumping.&lt;br /&gt;then it was the skits from the various groups that hadn performed the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;it was both amusing and wicked awesome!&lt;br /&gt;GREAT JOB STEPH!&lt;br /&gt;go act in pirates of the carribean yea,&lt;br /&gt;despite her size and her age,she was the best actress i'd ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe she was really fighting the poor dude&lt;br /&gt;but it added to the humour anyway.&lt;br /&gt;great job guys!&lt;br /&gt;then it was crafting i think.my fingers hurt after that,&lt;br /&gt;stringing pots together to form oh so cute humans.&lt;br /&gt;corliss did a great great lovely job!!&lt;br /&gt;her pot was way fantastic,and little daniel was so adorable,&lt;br /&gt;making a cow.anyway, every art work was so pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;they would have made loads of cash if they were to sell them.&lt;br /&gt;but no way, its more precious than money.&lt;br /&gt;after that was lunch, then worship practice.&lt;br /&gt;and then deck games.it was real funny!&lt;br /&gt;okay no it was freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to coliss, who did a great job of leading the game.&lt;br /&gt;and then it was craft again.&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun and we were so engrossed and were late for snack.&lt;br /&gt;pizza and chips.&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;and of course lotsa biscuits snagged from the container.&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i got the order of eventsmixed but i know sometime,&lt;br /&gt;eunice belle and aunty poh kiang went to buy drinks for us.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!IT WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;and i was so greatful for the refreshing break.&lt;br /&gt;poor aaron though, eunice and belle's sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;bought him peppermint green tea.&lt;br /&gt;believe me, it tasted like toothpaste.urghh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i had gotten back my voice...yea..okay my order is screwed but bear with me okay?anyway,after that was a few other things then a short worship.&lt;br /&gt;it was fantastic with pretty streamers.&lt;br /&gt;and prize giving and all.&lt;br /&gt;and aaron and jo showed the kids real swords.&lt;br /&gt;them amusing things told them to burst a balloon with it.&lt;br /&gt;i just about laughed my head off.&lt;br /&gt;the swords were awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;i want one so bad.&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway,and then it was break camp.&lt;br /&gt;happy hugging.&lt;br /&gt;it was sad seeing them go.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well i had an enourmous amount of great fun.&lt;br /&gt;there is no way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;i think its contentment...okay anw,uncle dennis and aunty victoria sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.yea a big thank you to them.&lt;br /&gt;or i would have died trying to go home with my tired feet&lt;br /&gt;and heavy lugguage.&lt;br /&gt;i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;the best.&lt;br /&gt;and its about the best it goes.&lt;br /&gt;contentment.&lt;br /&gt;God bless them little souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention the food wasn half bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3120355088254170151?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3120355088254170151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3120355088254170151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5283705497981094494</id><published>2008-11-14T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:29:01.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right today is gonna be havoctic&lt;br /&gt;and i can just smell it.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, our dear pianist had something on.&lt;br /&gt;but then oh well thnks to emme, we're saved!&lt;br /&gt;not hallelujah saved.&lt;br /&gt;but saved saved.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;then comes lunch&lt;br /&gt;i'm gona have to gobble down hot soup in lke twenty minutes&lt;br /&gt;if i wanna make it on time.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday people&lt;br /&gt;stuff happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i just screwed my computer.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me how, i don't know how i did it either&lt;br /&gt;gosh it'd take a computer wimp to screw the com so bad.&lt;br /&gt;and so i guess that's me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting at the start of the day because&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;sounds pathetic i know&lt;br /&gt;but i really dont'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;my friend was teaching us all these weird stunts.&lt;br /&gt;and i was screamnig my head off.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so super sorry for causing so much trouble&lt;br /&gt;but that's my line so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i had defiled a shrine the whole time during dinner though.&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i sat on my bed wishin i hadn't seen anything.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was blind.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was deaf.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was clueless bout everything.&lt;br /&gt;glares killed me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd rather not have to see it all happenin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am listening to mcfly's and taylor swift's songs all over again.&lt;br /&gt;they cover just about everything.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't be bothered to change the playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righto&lt;br /&gt;i'll check in at the end of the day again.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5283705497981094494?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5283705497981094494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5283705497981094494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5283705497981094494'/><link rel='self' 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value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/q9-xhfccD9/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/y_cZtzQ/music/4bc41FPq/taylor_swift_id_lie/"&gt;Id Lie - Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i wish i'd never known you.&lt;br /&gt;that way, it wouldn be this hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2584976956198859629?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2584976956198859629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’ll never fall in love he swears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As he runs his fingers through his hair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think it ever crossed his mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He tells a joke I fake a smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I know all his favorite songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His sister's beautiful, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he has his father’s eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you asked me if I love him,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He looks around the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Innocently overlooks the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shouldn’t a light go on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn’t he know that I’ve had him memorized for so long?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sees everything black and white&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never let nobody see him cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He stands there then walks away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My god if I could only say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m holding every breath for you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’d never tell you but he can play guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think he can see through everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First thought when I wake up is my god he’s beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I put on my make upAnd pray for a miracle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I could tell you his favorite color's green&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves to argue oh and it kills me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His sisters beautiful he has his father’s eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you asked me if I love him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you asked me if I love him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8385326802683370638</id><published>2008-11-13T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T23:17:18.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finished a book.&lt;br /&gt;impulse.&lt;br /&gt;sucks the blood right off me.&lt;br /&gt;what a book.and yet i was pulled to read on&lt;br /&gt;right till the end.&lt;br /&gt;a friend recommended it.&lt;br /&gt;the first time i read it i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was through with it&lt;br /&gt;but no, i just had to pick it up again&lt;br /&gt;friend's advice, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding, the book was awesome&lt;br /&gt;but now, i just wish i'd never gone to the library.&lt;br /&gt;i can't figure out why though. it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;because i know i wanna read it again.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn stop for nothing&lt;br /&gt;and yet, stopping where i first left it&lt;br /&gt;might've saved me the trouble from all this.&lt;br /&gt;only goes to show, gut instinct&lt;br /&gt;an unreliable thing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know if such a thing really exists anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick today.&lt;br /&gt;barely being able to feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing on the tv&lt;br /&gt;and if that's what captivated the world&lt;br /&gt;i'd say it doesn take much.&lt;br /&gt;my gut is screaming for something freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'd just wanna shut off everything and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;but i just woke up,&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping when the house is empty isn't an option&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep away peace even when i'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;that would be wasting my time&lt;br /&gt;and the nine books i've borrowed are all finished&lt;br /&gt;that's all it took-three days.&lt;br /&gt;only shows how dull everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i can eat like a garbage truck?&lt;br /&gt;i lose m appetite easily,&lt;br /&gt;i can shove my starvation at the back of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but if i had the appetite i could eat.&lt;br /&gt;believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm in love with the clinkin of ice.&lt;br /&gt;it just sounds so. awesome?&lt;br /&gt;okay so you are probably go&lt;br /&gt;can you get any more weird and random than this?&lt;br /&gt;and i've lived with that since i was young.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love a different perspective of what everybody was saying.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm running outta weird ideas.&lt;br /&gt;i love an empty house.&lt;br /&gt;although i use to hate being alone,&lt;br /&gt;i leave my alone feeling for night.&lt;br /&gt;when the darkness doesn make a good friend&lt;br /&gt;because the empty house keeps me in good company&lt;br /&gt;an art guy is on teevee now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry but i simply can't stand his accent&lt;br /&gt;sorta like.&lt;br /&gt;a camel mooing.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever i'm drunk now.&lt;br /&gt;only it isn chocolates now.&lt;br /&gt;its impulse.&lt;br /&gt;i go crazy everytime i finish a book.&lt;br /&gt;especially this kinda books.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just me now,&lt;br /&gt;and its gonna bore right through your eyes i'm warning you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-8385326802683370638?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8385326802683370638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-37035157124578897</id><published>2008-11-13T03:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:36:51.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you are so clueless sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maybe it was the way i wanted to make up for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i wanted one so bad, i'd blame myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maybe if i hadn;t murdered her,i wouldn be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but i'd rather be the one someone was mourning for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;then the person mourning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i couldn care less that it might have been a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;whats the difference when you're trying to raise someone from the dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i don't care if they say it isn because of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maybe i'm too wild.maybe i think too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but that's the way i'll think it and even if you deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;the words bratty, not reliable, good for nothing lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;are the only ones that stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i hope you're happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i don't care if the world revovled around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i don't care if i wasn the one they expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i got chosen and i'm here tryna make sense of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i don't wanna be dumped on this earth if i'm not gonna try anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm gonna try things more than just raw salmon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;it's not like i ever wanted it to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;say hello heaven for me then yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;was that what i was suppose to tell him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;or her whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i wasn even here yet why should it concern me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;maybe someone hit my head real hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but whatever it was, it's why i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;that no one ever covers up for their mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i was the result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i think it's the best you'll ever get so you'll just hafta live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;by the way its not that i don't wanna go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just don't wanna leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;forget about all the fairytales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i can't tell you how happy i was when i let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but it wasn't enough was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm such an idiot for thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i had made a difference in whatever happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when i'm not sitting around wonderin what to do with myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i'm staring at the screen trying to start a conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;act normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;but people? normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its an equation that no one can solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and i won't bother trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;don't say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;you don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;-sorry's not good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i hate sad ones. but i'm so sorry, their the only ones that count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-37035157124578897?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/37035157124578897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=37035157124578897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/37035157124578897'/><link rel='self' 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for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;its not even a list because there's only one item we want, one each.&lt;br /&gt;skateboards.&lt;br /&gt;we want plain ones with sel's and mc's auto on the back.&lt;br /&gt;please please pretty please with a lump of sugar and a ruby red cherry on top?&lt;br /&gt;i'll even add to that chocolate sprinkles if they weren bad for your health.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry my dad was cholesteral problems too so i understand.&lt;br /&gt;just have more self control on the milk and cookies set out for you.&lt;br /&gt;and forgive the children, they are too innocent to know&lt;br /&gt;that you can't have too many sweets and temptin you with milk and cookies does not help at all.&lt;br /&gt;so i do hope you read this.&lt;br /&gt;it's the first time i'm writin and while i'm still high now,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you'd leave me your reigndeer for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;never mind that i don't know how to spell the,&lt;br /&gt;i'd take mighty good care of them i will.&lt;br /&gt;take care of your health.&lt;br /&gt;yours faithfully&lt;br /&gt;gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3266470813670470135?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3266470813670470135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3266470813670470135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3266470813670470135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/3266470813670470135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-santa.html' title='DEAR SANTA'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1968677822792522882</id><published>2008-11-12T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:38:32.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey santa, give us two skateboards!</title><content type='html'>kkh again today.&lt;br /&gt;the neurologist or whatever you call that doctor saw me this time.&lt;br /&gt;this time the nurse knew me enough so she said hi reirei.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to faint.&lt;br /&gt;i already wanted to sue somebody for filling out my name&lt;br /&gt;on the bintan application form as tan reirei.&lt;br /&gt;even julia had her whole name on the list.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, man the neuro was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;you'd think i'd be bored of the hospital and i thought i'd be too.&lt;br /&gt;but this one was wacky.&lt;br /&gt;after macs it was the usual waiting. then we went in.&lt;br /&gt;i must say he is a jolly chap that probably studied in britain.&lt;br /&gt;which made me even more fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;his accent was cool. sorta like the korean dude...&lt;br /&gt;but no way my favourite is still the sports specialist.she is the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he used really cool words like jolly, swell&lt;br /&gt;only he couldn find anything wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to take a blood test.&lt;br /&gt;here's the exciting part.&lt;br /&gt;man my veins were too pecularly small,&lt;br /&gt;the poor horrified nurse inserted the needle into the crook of my arm.&lt;br /&gt;and then pulled it out and inserted it in again&lt;br /&gt;and pulled it out.&lt;br /&gt;and inserted it again.&lt;br /&gt;and i was tryin so hard not to shake while i painfully watched with fascination.&lt;br /&gt;my dad was chucking to himself and looked seriously amused.&lt;br /&gt;but my mom. man my mom just looked like she was the one gettin the blood test done.&lt;br /&gt;she looked kinda pale and i swear she looked like she was gonna faint.&lt;br /&gt;it took like forever just to fit the needle in properly.&lt;br /&gt;and then the blood took forever to floe out.&lt;br /&gt;rich red blood.&lt;br /&gt;i could see stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;and of course i know the blood's from inside my body,&lt;br /&gt;it was hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;it took forever to draw enough blood.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that i came home.&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible right now.&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to go for anything tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and there is netball.&lt;br /&gt;i', feeling sick right down to the last cell&lt;br /&gt;but i know i can't skip anyhmore, i'll already be skipping two&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;its great fun but sometimes, its just tiring. plus my legs are getting weaker.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even climb three flights of steps&lt;br /&gt;withouht feeling like there wasn someone stabbing my leg.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm in my book. so far in two days i've finished five books.&lt;br /&gt;they are equally depressing.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not as bad as the others but still don't make me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;but then, only joke books do that.&lt;br /&gt;they should seriously have comics in the library i usually go.&lt;br /&gt;i am in dire need of baby blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea going back, i'm gonna pos about jest's visit.&lt;br /&gt;it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;after church and lunch, we came back and just did what we do.&lt;br /&gt;make music.&lt;br /&gt;which is what we do.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever&lt;br /&gt;and then we watched videos.&lt;br /&gt;hanged out hammocks while jest figured out skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;we watched madagascar while dinnering,&lt;br /&gt;took really bimbotic quizzes laughin our heads off at how weird the quizzes were&lt;br /&gt;and talked till we fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;the next day was about the same. we recorded stuff, watched videos,&lt;br /&gt;laughed at my bad hair...&lt;br /&gt;but anyway it was really fun.but she kept buggin me to go bathe&lt;br /&gt;so i could teach her how to skateboard(???!!)&lt;br /&gt;and i was whining cos seriously, who bathes before doing sports?&lt;br /&gt;but my mom said we could only go down after i bathed.&lt;br /&gt;God knows what she was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we went down and jest picked up really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;really. it was wacky wicked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but we lent some boy the skateboard cos he said he loved to do it.&lt;br /&gt;he;s about ten to our thirteen and fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;i thought maybe he was a pro.&lt;br /&gt;not a chance. the poor dude jumped on the skateboard&lt;br /&gt;and it was like both him and the skateboard were like poles repelling.&lt;br /&gt;he shot out of the skateboard( don't ask me how i have no idea)&lt;br /&gt;and landed backfirst.&lt;br /&gt;i gasped. so did jest.&lt;br /&gt;but she was looking at the poor skateboard that crashed against the wall&lt;br /&gt;and i was lookin at the dude.&lt;br /&gt;i found it hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;next we half-skateboarded to the plaze&lt;br /&gt;and had ice-cream with choc tops.&lt;br /&gt;and made a mess&lt;br /&gt;that was cool&lt;br /&gt;and then we left for her house.&lt;br /&gt;the bus ride was real fun.&lt;br /&gt;jest was the dj and and i was makin weird 'music' to go with whatever was on.&lt;br /&gt;we tried matching to exact same songs on two different players and each had one of&lt;br /&gt;the other's head phones.&lt;br /&gt;met Cally at harbour front with me sitting on the floor of the shopping centre&lt;br /&gt;all conked out.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that was dinner&lt;br /&gt;and the same, playing with latte,&lt;br /&gt;watchin barney( that is only for sel and demi nth else)&lt;br /&gt;laughing at all the weird vids on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;after that i got high and started 'dancin'&lt;br /&gt;exagereating moves from another cinderella story and adding some of my own&lt;br /&gt;i looked like the world's biggest laughin stock prancing around&lt;br /&gt;with my baggy pants that looked like they were about to drop.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry they didn.&lt;br /&gt;then at twelve midight we watched a movie!&lt;br /&gt;lights out leg rests out,the devilwears prada on.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;then we conked out in the attic.&lt;br /&gt;the next day was cally's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;we made a really cool video for her&lt;br /&gt;it was great fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;man it was soooo cool!&lt;br /&gt;we even decided to trade phones for the week!&lt;br /&gt;haha sadly i had to leave for math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;left too early though.&lt;br /&gt;stranded at a fish pond at mel's house eating chicken rice with my hand&lt;br /&gt;feeling pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;but they cam after a while.&lt;br /&gt;tuition was okay&lt;br /&gt;and then mel stayed over.&lt;br /&gt;jest sayed it was our friends over week becasue didi was to go over the next day.&lt;br /&gt;we watched planet earth which was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i was so tired we went to bed after a while.&lt;br /&gt;the next mornin we woke up so late,&lt;br /&gt;we had macs for LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to the library where poor melody lunged all the books i wanted to borrow&lt;br /&gt;while i hassled with the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed tons.&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to read.&lt;br /&gt;after which we went down to skateboard for me rollerblade for her.&lt;br /&gt;I MASTERED GOING DOWN THE WHOLE BIG SLOPE!&lt;br /&gt;i was scared outta my wits though.&lt;br /&gt;but it was thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;i flew!&lt;br /&gt;okay i didn but you get the picture&lt;br /&gt;but it started raining too heavily so we went back up.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner and watched more movies with the projector my dad borrowed.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;but mel had to go cos of a cca outtin or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after she left,&lt;br /&gt;my dad and i continued watchin the realy really awesome documentary&lt;br /&gt;way into the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1968677822792522882?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1968677822792522882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1968677822792522882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1968677822792522882'/><link rel='self' 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visit later jest but hold on&lt;br /&gt;i am totally going mad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm helplessly idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;i am so weird&lt;br /&gt;no word even comes near to it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe that's it&lt;br /&gt;stuck.&lt;br /&gt;no wait that doesn't come close at all.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;and i won't even get an R.I.P sign&lt;br /&gt;i won't even get a tombstone.&lt;br /&gt;i am a goner for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3829243095997920869?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/3829243095997920869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=3829243095997920869' title='0 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today.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite cool. then i went to meet hazel for baptism class.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome. yupyup. thnks for the time hazel!!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;and then we i came home.&lt;br /&gt;and slept!! like four hours!no actually five hours!!&lt;br /&gt;ok then i woke up watched so you think you can dance!!&lt;br /&gt;omg it was real wicked awesome! look at the way they danced man!&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i'd break my neck dancing one minute in the dance they do.&lt;br /&gt;they are freaking cool!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;she korean drama i followed finished!&lt;br /&gt;i think korean dramas are cute... some of them.&lt;br /&gt;but no offence, korean guy bands...&lt;br /&gt;let's just say i'll so stick to mcfly.&lt;br /&gt;dunno why, just not me.weird.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TMR!!&lt;br /&gt;SAY HELLO TO JESTELLYNN!!&lt;br /&gt;kkays&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1320582160035587666</id><published>2008-11-06T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:01:17.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in case i fall and break apart</title><content type='html'>oh my. okay so i tried getting all the cd's and all the tracks...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being greedy but it was mcfly's hits you can't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;and it didn't work. stupid computer.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i've been spending the days talkin to people and watchin mcfly vids&lt;br /&gt;those are like the most awesome things to watch. they are just incredibly hilarious&lt;br /&gt;and amusing.best band if you asked me.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;math is such a bore. it's all numbers, no hidden meaning.&lt;br /&gt;no story behind anything. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;went out with my mom. for like six to seven solid hours.&lt;br /&gt;four for shoppin at orchard. man that was fun. chomel.chomel.chomel.&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun!!shopping with my mom is alwas fun. we do weird stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i know i know, she spoils me totally. but it was wicked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;poor dad though, sad dude, mom's not lettin him off so easily on food.&lt;br /&gt;we ate alot anyway, we took an mrt to marina and went to eat&lt;br /&gt;the one and only korean food that totally rocks our socks.&lt;br /&gt;only we were'n wearing socks that day. but i'm telling you, if we were wearing socks,&lt;br /&gt;they would have rocked throughout our meal.&lt;br /&gt;we had saba and beef noodles. and they totally spoiled me,&lt;br /&gt;letting me eat like majority of the food. i was famished though.&lt;br /&gt;shopping is tiring...&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was off to gloria jeans!!&lt;br /&gt;yes GLORIA JEANS has lovely coffee.&lt;br /&gt;and why? well duh, beacause it was my lovely name in it.&lt;br /&gt;okay fine, i shant' be egoistical anymore. anyway, we totally pigged out there again.&lt;br /&gt;only i was too stuffed form the lovely meal, so i hardly ate anything.&lt;br /&gt;just my latte. which costs two dollars.&lt;br /&gt;for a huge cup. its this promotion, two dollars for cap or latte&lt;br /&gt;it was great.&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day, thanks mommy for the lovely treat and gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, was kkh day again.&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i watched RACHAEL RAY!!&lt;br /&gt;yea her shows are soooo cool!!! my favourie is still her halloween eps.&lt;br /&gt;it was bloody freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;yes it was realy bloody.&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to kkh. i'm getting tired of the hospital look.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but anyway, its off to the neuros&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what the heck is going on srsly...&lt;br /&gt;i only know i have to keep going back.&lt;br /&gt;almost every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is doomsday&lt;br /&gt;i'm plannin to finish math tmr.&lt;br /&gt;anw, a few sthings for ss camp i needa do so&lt;br /&gt;yupyup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--no one near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1320582160035587666?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1320582160035587666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1320582160035587666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1320582160035587666'/><link 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HAHA. i couldn wake up...&lt;br /&gt;i'm real bored now though. there's nothing nice on the tv...&lt;br /&gt;my mom wanted me to go to jest's today.&lt;br /&gt;but i didn bother to even ask. i was too lazy to go...&lt;br /&gt;besides it takes like one and a half hour to get there...&lt;br /&gt;spend most my day listenin to mcfly. dont' knoe why.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i tried downloadin too close for comfort...all i got was a weird live version.&lt;br /&gt;sad... so CD shop! here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go out tomorrow. for math tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even begin to tell you how awkward the whole thing is.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tried to not fall asleep doing my math hw. i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;that's alli guess.&lt;br /&gt;so now we all know that my life is confirmed a bore.&lt;br /&gt;i have a sudden craving for ice pops.&lt;br /&gt;okok nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;xdxd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant the things I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I say I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes I regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All these mistakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why you're leaving Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know you must have your reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's tears in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch as you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's getting late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I invading in on your secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was I too close for comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're pushing me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm wanting in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was I just about to discover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I got too close for comfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Driving you home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess I'll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-848704475608752355?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/848704475608752355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=848704475608752355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/848704475608752355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/848704475608752355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-didnt-go-to-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4519496473311191334</id><published>2008-11-02T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:09:22.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll miss you so bad</title><content type='html'>today was sad... jest couldn come in the end&lt;br /&gt;her dad wasn in town... anyway, it was fun though. church is always interesting..&lt;br /&gt;and we had lunch with some friends. that was quite cool. fun topics&lt;br /&gt;and nicole told me she went to her friend's house warmin or something like that&lt;br /&gt;an the toilet's door was totally made of guess what. glass.&lt;br /&gt;i sweared. man, i'd never wanna go there to stay over. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;poor things...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i made sculptures with my rice that tasted pretty good...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, man that dude's sure gone taller.&lt;br /&gt;come on girl, grow!GROW! but if it comes with pain then maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;then it was over to ballet. my leg hurt&lt;br /&gt;i pulled my muscle while rollerbladin(??!)&lt;br /&gt;you're probably wonderin like how the hell did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;well it's gloria people, she can hurt herself doin ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe i'm too careless...but anyway&lt;br /&gt;then i came home.&lt;br /&gt;but it was pouring wheezers.&lt;br /&gt;no kiddin. my jeans were SOAKED.&lt;br /&gt;not to mention my flats...&lt;br /&gt;but i made it home in the end.... soaked...&lt;br /&gt;then it was wizards again for me.... this is time it was illegal.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, my brother saw and he didn say anything.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll hafta mourn for my fifteenth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;he's going.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm over emotional.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss him&lt;br /&gt;loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go with my dad&lt;br /&gt;he is the best person to go to the zoo with&lt;br /&gt;maybe even better than my closest friend&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe it would be perfect if my closest friend AND my dad went&lt;br /&gt;but my friend won't be available tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;and so. oh well&lt;br /&gt;my dad is sooo funny.&lt;br /&gt;it's so retarded....but haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL TREASURE.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST SHOW&lt;br /&gt;okok anyway&lt;br /&gt;fly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4519496473311191334?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4519496473311191334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4519496473311191334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4519496473311191334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4519496473311191334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-miss-you-so-bad.html' title='i&apos;ll miss you so bad'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-6747830000297412172</id><published>2008-11-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T07:18:13.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orange peels and halloween</title><content type='html'>i had a weird halloween yesterday&lt;br /&gt;seriously... firstly it got in my head that i'd wanna dress as wizards with jest&lt;br /&gt;thanks to wowp but halloween came too quickly we didn manage...&lt;br /&gt;but i didn go over to nicole's to blade&lt;br /&gt;went to buy instant noodles. it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;we went to her house to get pipin hot water&lt;br /&gt;then went down... ate at the playground.&lt;br /&gt;some chics havin some halloween party with this piniata( is that correct?)&lt;br /&gt;there was a bunny and a witch i think&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the piniata was full of orangs??!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe they were tryina celebrate new year at the same time or smth&lt;br /&gt;anyway, so we ate. and i realized my chopsticks were dirty&lt;br /&gt;so me and nicole shared one fork.&lt;br /&gt;she took a bite, passed me the fork and etc...&lt;br /&gt;man it was the weirdest way i've ever eaten&lt;br /&gt;then later the dudes came&lt;br /&gt;and then to cut the story short,&lt;br /&gt;i had orange juice all over me&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the oranges left behind by the dudettes&lt;br /&gt;man, i was like soo sticky...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had youth today.&lt;br /&gt;yea, then it was the usual dinner with yining, rene they all&lt;br /&gt;only dianne and dianna left early&lt;br /&gt;so it was just four of us left.&lt;br /&gt;anw, yea i'd better a be goin now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-6747830000297412172?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/6747830000297412172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=6747830000297412172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6747830000297412172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6747830000297412172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/11/orange-peels-and-halloween.html' title='orange peels and halloween'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-2233485468909046631</id><published>2008-10-31T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:31:00.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO: ryan xdxd</title><content type='html'>okay let it be known what an awesome sister i am&lt;br /&gt;i'm dedicating this post to my dear brother who's havin his a's like today!!&lt;br /&gt;nervous yet bro?&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway, here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;heyhey! i don't know your favourite color anymore, so i'll just use green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;it's the color of your room for goodness sake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;so you should be able to bear with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you've been bearin it for like seven years?okay anyway, all the best in your a's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;shut the &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; computer and go sleep. at least that's what i'd do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;stop studyin, you study too much and your brain will go bonkas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;that's what my com arts teacher said. anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;you should sleep well right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;okay &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL THE BEST! LY! YOU CAN DO IT!!AH JIA YOU CHACHACHA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;aha. thnks to the seven o'clock show.xdxd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;God bless and love you yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;dad's prepared to celebrate as soon as your exams end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;it's his only excuse to eat:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;but he won't read this so shh. don't let it get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;kkay i'm going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;have &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A WILD A LEVEL EXAM AND YOU'LL HAVE A WICKED AWESOME &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TIME PLAYING SO BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;your heart drops out&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, eight of january i am sure will be the weirdest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and saddest part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay whatever so i'm exaggerating but that's what i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2233485468909046631?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/2233485468909046631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=2233485468909046631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2233485468909046631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/2233485468909046631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-let-it-be-known-what-awesome.html' title='TO: ryan xdxd'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-527183236266004325</id><published>2008-10-31T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T03:55:04.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's one week down</title><content type='html'>today was the same&lt;br /&gt;except my dad sorta saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;urgh, terrible dreams. i was about to be killed by some furry hand thing&lt;br /&gt;and i was like omg dun let me die!! i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;and then BAM! 'gloria, wake up eleven plus twelve already! wake up!!!'&lt;br /&gt;okay this is the first time i'm extremely grateful that my dad woke me up&lt;br /&gt;there was another time he woke me up&lt;br /&gt;and i was in the middle of the sweetest dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;i can't tell you what the dream was&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i ignored him almost the whole day&lt;br /&gt;man, poor dude i must say, had no idea what the heck was goin on&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another time, when i was around six, i was being badly deprived of ice pops&lt;br /&gt;and i dreamt that my mom had given my brother and i one each.&lt;br /&gt;man i was elated. was like this is wicked awesome&lt;br /&gt;so i saw my brother enjoying his and suddenly i thought&lt;br /&gt;'i'd better get a big giagantic colossal chomp of mine&lt;br /&gt;before i wake up&lt;br /&gt;fair enough, i tore open the wrapper, brought my mouth right up to the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, my toungue didn even touched that cursed treat when came the all too familiar&lt;br /&gt;'gloria,wake up!'&lt;br /&gt;it was hard not to want to scream my lungs out at my mom&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my worst nightmare has to do with chopped up hands all bloody and wrinkly&lt;br /&gt;you dont' even wanna hear 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;i think i almost fainted in the middle of that one.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, nightmare are dreams whose parents didn't teach them well.&lt;br /&gt;in this case, i'm startin to hate disobedient dreams.&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the first week of the holidays are almost over&lt;br /&gt;i'm startin to regret every last minute i spent durin this week.&lt;br /&gt;no kiddin.&lt;br /&gt;it was either de docs or wowp or archie's&lt;br /&gt;and i just finished this book&lt;br /&gt;which i might say is 100% DEPRESSING&lt;br /&gt;not a holiday book. nope it was born to kill hearts or something&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite well written i guess. but it sure was depressin depressin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's step up the beat for this is me jest!&lt;br /&gt;and bring up get back too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i'm bored. it's badminton later.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel like piggin out on ruffles&lt;br /&gt;but that's never gonna happen since my voice is half gone anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm leavin on a jetplane&lt;br /&gt;don't know when i'll be back again...&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe not on a jetplane but you get the idea...yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-527183236266004325?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/527183236266004325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=527183236266004325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/527183236266004325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/527183236266004325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-one-week-down.html' title='it&apos;s one week down'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8762962667517105778</id><published>2008-10-28T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T00:06:57.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so i went to kkh again in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;said hello to this therapist or something...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, poor dude i must say,&lt;br /&gt;apparently my descriptions of my leg problems were too vague...&lt;br /&gt;dang...&lt;br /&gt;he must be quite good i suppose,&lt;br /&gt;he said it was prob some nerve thing&lt;br /&gt;no actuall he said some long long name thing,&lt;br /&gt;but like oh well i'm no doctor or whatever so&lt;br /&gt;i didn really understand&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway..&lt;br /&gt;boy, i tell you i'm goin crazy&lt;br /&gt;one doc's tellin me&lt;br /&gt;it'snot my nerve but my muscle,&lt;br /&gt;another dude sayin its prob my nerve&lt;br /&gt;and impossible to be my muscle.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like huh? okay&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back,&lt;br /&gt;jestellynn and I messaged each other&lt;br /&gt;AT EXACTLY THE SAME TIME&lt;br /&gt;and the content wa about the same.&lt;br /&gt;go listen to this,&lt;br /&gt;go learn to play that..&lt;br /&gt;haha talk about&lt;br /&gt;phsyced&lt;br /&gt;is there such a word?? no srsly,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i make up weird words&lt;br /&gt;and i totally forget if there's really such a word&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;going off for piano soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I FIGURED OUT THE APPLE SEED THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;joycelyn's friend wrote something that i'm sure should be classified under&lt;br /&gt;cheemology or something like that&lt;br /&gt;and i FOUND OUT&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe i didn crack it but i&lt;br /&gt;did manage to get the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays are so far rated as&lt;br /&gt;INCREDIBLY BORIN&lt;br /&gt;with my bro's a's on the line&lt;br /&gt;none of my friend's can come over..&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i spend my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;okay never mind.&lt;br /&gt;just let it be known to the world how bad the holidays are now&lt;br /&gt;i think the clock i'm starin at now has really gone&lt;br /&gt;cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;unless now is like nine...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm pretty sure i had lunch a mighty long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;sad case&lt;br /&gt;that pure clock didn last that long despite its fairly&lt;br /&gt;cool looks.&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd better be going...&lt;br /&gt;but i don't really know the time...&lt;br /&gt;oh welll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaches for peach!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7183922237490198519</id><published>2008-10-27T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:12:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grenades are a girl's worst enemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SQWxnbrxQrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CojdytnooaE/s1600-h/My+Lyfe+Part0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261807030656647858" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SQWxnbrxQrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CojdytnooaE/s320/My+Lyfe+Part0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the photo taken at macs...&lt;br /&gt;didn get any of cindy though...&lt;br /&gt;she was sittin like diagonally across me&lt;br /&gt;across the freakin red sea of school books...&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm still sick...&lt;br /&gt;actually sick isn even close...&lt;br /&gt;i think someone blew a grenade or whatever you call those bomb thingamajigs&lt;br /&gt;right down my nose and through my throat...&lt;br /&gt;each time i swallow,&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a monkey wheezing.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, that doesn't sound nice at all...&lt;br /&gt;no kiddin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, almost the whole of today,&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe the whole afternoon&lt;br /&gt;but when you wake up that late like i do,&lt;br /&gt;it really makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;anw, so i spend the mst of today&lt;br /&gt;at some nav or singapore poly&lt;br /&gt;or okay forget it,&lt;br /&gt;it was just some kinda reunion thing...&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda weird seeing people&lt;br /&gt;who knew me,&lt;br /&gt;when i didn know them&lt;br /&gt;so i just kept smiling...&lt;br /&gt;trust me that is not an easy task&lt;br /&gt;when someone shoves some kinda&lt;br /&gt;bomb into down your nostril or something...&lt;br /&gt;eww..&lt;br /&gt;it was just... ouch...&lt;br /&gt;i felt really bloody..&lt;br /&gt;as in like blood was fillin my lungs..&lt;br /&gt;and that is sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;wowp new episode came out!!&lt;br /&gt;talk about esastic!&lt;br /&gt;th even other cool thing...&lt;br /&gt;DEMI'S HIT CAME TOP!!&lt;br /&gt;okay so maybe its not that fantastic or something...&lt;br /&gt;but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;jest was like&lt;br /&gt;bloody, demi's hit came top&lt;br /&gt;in whatever....&lt;br /&gt;i didn really read what it came top at...&lt;br /&gt;after the word top&lt;br /&gt;i was just like&lt;br /&gt;okay you don't really dun wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M EATIN GRAPES!!&lt;br /&gt;they don't seem to have any taste at all&lt;br /&gt;but thats just cos of the bloody grenade thing...&lt;br /&gt;sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;can't taste a single thing&lt;br /&gt;nil. nada. nothing in munagin.&lt;br /&gt;at least they are kinda coolin&lt;br /&gt;but i srsly cun taste anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission impossible two is on now...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i'm being comletely random now..&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't already known,&lt;br /&gt;randomness and bad grammar and spellin mistakes are my things&lt;br /&gt;get use to it...&lt;br /&gt;cos i dun think i can not make any spellin or grammar mistakes&lt;br /&gt;within even just half a post.&lt;br /&gt;so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;sorry bout that mates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7183922237490198519?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SQWxnbrxQrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CojdytnooaE/s72-c/My+Lyfe+Part0622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3172382278075952608</id><published>2008-10-26T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:12:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CLASSIC</title><content type='html'>oops. didn realize i didnt post this post..&lt;br /&gt;so it was saved as a draft.&lt;br /&gt;well i'm postin it now aren't i?&lt;br /&gt;you can't blame me just cos&lt;br /&gt;someone shoved me into a&lt;br /&gt;brainwashin machine when i was only little..&lt;br /&gt;so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it took me pretty long to finish watchin another cinderella story...&lt;br /&gt;i finished almost to the end like a month ago...&lt;br /&gt;but just last week.. i didn feel too lazy so i decided to finish the little bit left.&lt;br /&gt;it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;but disappointin.. i think&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week end was some passport to purity thing...&lt;br /&gt;at some hotel..&lt;br /&gt;with somepeople....&lt;br /&gt;it was quite cool..&lt;br /&gt;but i was pretty badly ill...&lt;br /&gt;anyway... the hotel was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;there was a shoppin cemtre there.&lt;br /&gt;which was kinda cool&lt;br /&gt;oh and carl's fries are so awesome...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;the potatoes aren fully peeled.&lt;br /&gt;which is so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today jest came to church again!!&lt;br /&gt;oh and cally too!&lt;br /&gt;but i switched off my phone so she wasn able to contact me&lt;br /&gt;so what a cool surprise i had&lt;br /&gt;only i didn tell them to bring extra clothes for the wet games&lt;br /&gt;cos i didn know they were comin&lt;br /&gt;good thing i had my purty big lugguage with me&lt;br /&gt;and found clothes enough to go round..&lt;br /&gt;so we had fun with shaving cream&lt;br /&gt;yea it was some really cool game..&lt;br /&gt;and there was water bombs...&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a cool time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still ill..&lt;br /&gt;bleah&lt;br /&gt;i hate it&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jest's prediction...&lt;br /&gt;she betted that i'll fall sick after school's out...&lt;br /&gt;and it happened...&lt;br /&gt;i think i've never fallen sick after school out though...&lt;br /&gt;jestellynn!! what have you done!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok then that's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3172382278075952608?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got my report book ytd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i still wanna stay in speeh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno if i can but i want those cip hours badly!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today we cleaned the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so maybe a block of school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fine, so we cleaned our bloody classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was terrific.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it wasn so fun when my cher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made me come down from the ceiling fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saying i had gone too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sheesh.. they said do a GOOD JOB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so how can we miss out the fans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our dear fans who have contributed and worked hard throughout the year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep us from suffocatin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besides they were sooo dusty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wouldn hurt to clean it right?&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but boy was the table and fan shaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thanks to didi for holdin still the table &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fengfeng for holdin the fan, we got through safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to macs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for breakfast, it was too early for lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday i ate macs for lunch with didi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i ate macs for breakfast with didi and jest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gonna die soon...&lt;br /&gt;wow, it was so weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i swear i looked the weirdest lugging practically ALL my text books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean that's what lockers are for right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuffin everything in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i walked around orchard looking like i was about to move house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so maybe i'm exaggerating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but when you walk around orchard with such a bulky heavy bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filled with useless books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it makes no difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hardly touched most of those books anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea okok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goin now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creamy--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6153937937584366503-1548043511478240772?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1548043511478240772/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8939049466022396269</id><published>2008-10-21T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:29:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picture perfect</title><content type='html'>okay today was boring, is boring and will be boring.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;don'd you just hate the days after exams?&lt;br /&gt;as in the first few days.&lt;br /&gt;each time you've got nothing to do, you deicde to revise&lt;br /&gt;so you poick up your notes and suddenly you remember,&lt;br /&gt;' oh yea i forgot the exams are over i dunnid to revise for like awhile'&lt;br /&gt;and then you suddenly realize you have a pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;so you switch the tevee on and guess what's on tv?&lt;br /&gt;some chinese game show designed so people like me can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;boy, what a life eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, can't wait till tmr, its THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;but that means not only will i get bored in the afternoons but in the mornings as well.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;but at least i getta sleep in alittle an spare my alarm&lt;br /&gt;from a heart attack when i crash it each time after it rings.&lt;br /&gt;but it is anoyin sometimes when you're sleepin ever so soundly and suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think we're getting our report cards today.&lt;br /&gt;okay i am fully loaded with a box of kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not a whole box, but a packet&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it, i usually don't bring tissue's anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the crappin but i'm waiting for WOWP&lt;br /&gt;to load... and dang is it takin a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jest's watchin sel's acting too.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;only hers look like its loadin fine...&lt;br /&gt;WELL THAT'S COS SHE'S GOT IT FINGERS!&lt;br /&gt;no kiddin&lt;br /&gt;and i got hooked onto a song...&lt;br /&gt;thanks to jest. again. and abigail's teaching me this dance i think i'll never be able to do&lt;br /&gt;and the school's jammoin piano is spoiled&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm gonna die of boredom soon&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm gonna faint when i try luggin my 'baggage'&lt;br /&gt;full of school books i left in school.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone goes ' why'd you leave everything in school?'&lt;br /&gt;well duh, that's why they are called SCHOOL books.&lt;br /&gt;only now... i think i'm gonna be crushed under the weight of not only my school books but&lt;br /&gt;drama props, slippers, clothes, and who know's maybe even my science proj...&lt;br /&gt;ifd we had any,...&lt;br /&gt;wonder how i'm gonna go home.&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll just have to beg cindy to help me...&lt;br /&gt;haha poor her though.&lt;br /&gt;those books and all the other junk i've accumilated are HEAVY&lt;br /&gt;and you know, my rooms not that neat either...&lt;br /&gt;i've packed some already though..&lt;br /&gt;gee, i'll probably need a bulldozer to clear everything...&lt;br /&gt;A MAXIMUMED SIZED BULLDOZER.&lt;br /&gt;yea... any idea if they seel thos here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now i'm staring at the cher who is staring at his tablet&lt;br /&gt;and the show is still NOT LOADING&lt;br /&gt;gosh the class is one hell of a racket..&lt;br /&gt;is that how you spell it?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this friday's gonna be quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;gonna go kk again.&lt;br /&gt;the food at the kopitiam isn really good though,&lt;br /&gt;so i hope we get to make do at macs.&lt;br /&gt;or deli&lt;br /&gt;or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;just not the place where the milo tastes like milk gone weird...&lt;br /&gt;oh great.&lt;br /&gt;its only ten plus.&lt;br /&gt;that's a long way till school's out.&lt;br /&gt;the way the website is loading,&lt;br /&gt;i'll barely make it outta school alive.&lt;br /&gt;and by the time i return home&lt;br /&gt;squashed under my collosal mess of 'locker things'&lt;br /&gt;you'd prob only see the part of me which didn't suffer a terrible death...&lt;br /&gt;which means, you prbobaly won't see me at all..&lt;br /&gt;ok fine i'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help doing that i this place&lt;br /&gt;great somethings wrong with the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;i never bring sticky tape t school&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to regret.&lt;br /&gt;what happes if my luggage breaks down halfway?&lt;br /&gt;i'd be in bigg boogus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's loaded.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gona go watch.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap&lt;br /&gt;it's down again&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh my&lt;br /&gt;this is soooo boing&lt;br /&gt;okok i shan;t bore no one no longer&lt;br /&gt;peaches ad cream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-3684199480402873717</id><published>2008-10-19T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:21:37.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that dude oughtta be given his own show</title><content type='html'>today was cool than ordinary sundays.&lt;br /&gt;way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;jestellynn and her rents came to our church!&lt;br /&gt;it was the usual then we headed over to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;for a oring place it was quite fun to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;but then again we were quite lost tryin to find our way around.&lt;br /&gt;it was plenty of fun doing our interview shows as usual.haha&lt;br /&gt;then we went to eat then we went to candy empire&lt;br /&gt;i love that place so mush i'm starting to hate it&lt;br /&gt;its like giving a starving man a menu&lt;br /&gt;or a beggar a menu for some restaurant you know he'll never be ble to afford&lt;br /&gt;thats exactly what candy empire is.&lt;br /&gt;but anw, after our fickleminded-ness, we finally managed to grab cool snacks.&lt;br /&gt;we both bought thin cadbury choc slices( one for cindy:))&lt;br /&gt;and reeses pieces in m&amp;amp;m form.&lt;br /&gt;at least that's what i call it&lt;br /&gt;man they were good.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to an accesorie shop to goof around.&lt;br /&gt;it was so weird trying on outrages hair clips that are so brilliantly large,&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder how they fit on anybody's head.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i grabbed what i needed for school so i wouldn get hammered/&lt;br /&gt;and den yea. we walked around a bit&lt;br /&gt;then i came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really dreading monday,&lt;br /&gt;the teachers never seem to be able to give you a break.&lt;br /&gt;plus i don't like the stupid attendance machine that doesn't recognise your face&lt;br /&gt;and they say you can actually shave your head and you 'd still recognise the poordudette&lt;br /&gt;deprived of a nice hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so boring now cos my family's playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;which i can hardly do.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just sittin here trying to act like i'm part of the chair.&lt;br /&gt;apparently i'm doing a fairly good job of it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean all i do is sing and since my brother doesn't do that much&lt;br /&gt;my familydun do that much&lt;br /&gt;because that's that i am&lt;br /&gt;the adapter.&lt;br /&gt;that's my job&lt;br /&gt;except i cant last in too hot or cold a weather.&lt;br /&gt;so i can't adapt to any weather.&lt;br /&gt;i could freeze right up in a jiffy if i was in korea's winter time in my everyday clothes.&lt;br /&gt;but then again.&lt;br /&gt;who wouldn?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly thought of korea because of that dude who looks like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;in fact i think he'd make a very pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;pity though, now he's a pretty guy.&lt;br /&gt;haha. sounds weird though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i shall depart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's what i do best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;and it's the only passable test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;blending in the couch it's no chore for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it might be hard to pass math or geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;but blending in the couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;that's where i'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you can't blame me for not doing what everyone else does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it's no use kicking up such a big fuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;when all that'll be left at the end of the day is unsettled dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;so i advice you to be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;stay on the couch and blend in so no one will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-3684199480402873717?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-87971057476806787</id><published>2008-10-17T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:36:30.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello!&lt;br /&gt;haha. today is friday. today is also &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;today is also the day i skipped school! HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;MRI was the coolest. and the hospital clothes were soo &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;comfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, i really wanted to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;my dad wanted to too but my mom was so &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;anxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; she wasn't fun anymore.hmph&lt;br /&gt;oh well. so i changed into this &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gown and robe and they sent me in.&lt;br /&gt;they strapped me down to this &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;humongousiouscous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(is that how you spell it'?)&lt;br /&gt;then they gave me earplugs that didn fit.and a headphone with the radio &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell them to turn it down but boy i'm glad they didn.&lt;br /&gt;they just kept reminding me not to move that for a moment i wondered if i was actually allowed to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;then they pushed me into this big &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;intimidating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; tunnel and reminded me again to keep still&lt;br /&gt;and then the music continued blaring.&lt;br /&gt;but like i said i was extremely glad it was that loud.&lt;br /&gt;because the magnet machine was even &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i was like what the hell, i &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;can't hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; the music.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was like my ears were being blown off. the machine was &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; loud.&lt;br /&gt;it took a while but i think i kinda got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to stifle my giggle when i saw the funny stickers pasted onto the machine.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was weird. felt giddy but definitely i don't think i'm not &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;claustrophibic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;( wait i dun think the spelling's right)&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a bell to press in case anything wrong happened. i almost pressed it when the noise started. i was so startled, i almost pressed the beeper. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. the noise was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;but it was really quite fun lying there.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how long i was there.&lt;br /&gt;but finally they pulled me out. and despite the noise it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;super thrilling&lt;/span&gt;.the blanket they wrapped was really comfy too and extremel warm.&lt;br /&gt;it ws just &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wicked awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was tons colder than the waitin room so of course i needed such a thick blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I LOVED THE CLOTHES!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are the most comfy stuff i've ever worn.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sad to have to take them off.pity.&lt;br /&gt;lala. if only we wore like&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;nicer pattered&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; versions of them as school uniforms.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yup so i definitely had lotsa fun, left my worrying to God and apprently my mom.&lt;br /&gt;i did not think about the results or the fact that i might have to &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;stop sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cause that would just have to spoil all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;although at the back of my mind it keeps bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;although i do try to block it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i came back and slept from like eleven to three forty, ate lunh,&lt;br /&gt;finished up piano theory and then i went for piano, bought &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;chocs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and stuff and came home.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to badminton already. i just wanna keep my smile up.&lt;br /&gt;like they say, even if you're not feeling good,&lt;br /&gt;just keep smiling, you never know how your frown affects other people,&lt;br /&gt;and they didn offend you so just smile. i am contended though.&lt;br /&gt;not many fourteen year olds get the chance to go into a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;giagantic magnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that makes noises louder than anyone has probably heard.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i gotta gp.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;keep those smiles up:)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;xdxd peachy keens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-87971057476806787?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5626346816886433271</id><published>2008-10-10T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:18:00.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;maybe if i squeezed my eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i blocked out the words everybody was saying&lt;br /&gt;the pain would go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok my dad is like weird. he doesn't want me to post.so i hafta pre-type(is there such a word?)&lt;br /&gt;on noteback then paste onto blogger post.haha&lt;br /&gt;which is what i'm doing now..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let the fun roll.&lt;br /&gt;haha exams were over on like wed..&lt;br /&gt;but i was too busy playin..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday after exams we were suppose to go to bugis..&lt;br /&gt;but. machines spoiled our plan... apparently the school had this new gadget that takes your attendance by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;recognisin your face..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird if you ask me. so we have to key in a code, and place our face in front of the camera and wala! we were present for school!&lt;br /&gt;cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't that cool cos it meant we had to stay back longer to verify our faces or some thingamajic.&lt;br /&gt;and because we did it class by class, ours was scheduled to like one fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;and school ended at nine fifty after math paper..&lt;br /&gt;so we went to ikea.&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;we ate the lunch there and went to walk around.&lt;br /&gt;haha we took loads of pictures with weird stuff.haha..&lt;br /&gt;and then we went back to school and den we went to bugis.&lt;br /&gt;and abi and i managed to walk the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHOLE LENGTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the mrt&lt;br /&gt;we were like 'scuse me so sorry!! and yea.the mrt was packed quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;but it added to the fun&lt;br /&gt;but val jest maycia abi and cindy were so ired of waiting for us, they got out on one of the stops and ran to the end to walk with us. but they didn know were so fast we had alr reached the end they came from&lt;br /&gt;hha that was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;smashing awesome&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;we had macs cos val didn eat lunch...&lt;br /&gt;and abi poofed the whole wad of napkins we didn even use,haha&lt;br /&gt;talk bout saving the trees in pbl.haha&lt;br /&gt;it rained though. and only jest had an umbrella&lt;br /&gt;haha so we bought a big giordano one.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun there shoppin and all..&lt;br /&gt;cindy met her &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;beloved joyce from the tuzi band.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;boy was she &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;elated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. but joyce is real sweet and of course they pai zao again.haha&lt;br /&gt;den we went to bugis street from bugis junction.&lt;br /&gt;the shades there were aplenty.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was off to buy ballet stuff.&lt;br /&gt;abi and maycia neede leotards and val needed pointes.&lt;br /&gt;and i needed demi pointes(mine are so freakin small alr..)&lt;br /&gt;it was real fun there,playing with this turn cloth thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;yea. spent a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;bomb&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there..&lt;br /&gt;my mom came along.haha&lt;br /&gt;den my mom and i went to ps to meet my dad who came from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;we ate real good food there. the food court sells real cool stuff if you ask me!!&lt;br /&gt;and then abit of shoppin and den we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;i had to &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;chiong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;art&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;due on thursday. and i hadn done the color scheme and all&lt;br /&gt;picked an autumny color in the end which looked weird.&lt;br /&gt;i loved abi's design. it was so...dancy...haha&lt;br /&gt;just like her.&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that abigail has a natural talent for dancing?&lt;br /&gt;she is just like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom was quite&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;fascinated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my art and ended up helpin&lt;br /&gt;me make a folder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thnks mom&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;then i had to pack.&lt;br /&gt;cos th next day was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;WILD WILD WET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man. i woke up like only a little later then school days&lt;br /&gt;and it was all for nothing&lt;br /&gt;met the rest at the bus stop outsde school.&lt;br /&gt;and there were &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ws &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all over us!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and none of us wanted to enter school with outside clothes.&lt;br /&gt;so we just wated and thnk God, cindy's friend came in school u.&lt;br /&gt;so she helped us. thankyou cindy's friend!!&lt;br /&gt;and off we were to wild wild wet.&lt;br /&gt;only jest's mom called and said wild wild wet only opened at one..&lt;br /&gt;which we didn know.&lt;br /&gt;good thing jest's mom told us though...&lt;br /&gt;so we went to white sands to wait&lt;br /&gt;it was fun...&lt;br /&gt;ohoh&lt;br /&gt;and abi and i managed to walk the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WHOLE LENGTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the mrt &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;AGAIN&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the mrt was sooo empty, we could race each other.&lt;br /&gt;we got to the end really fast.&lt;br /&gt;the people looked&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;pissed&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they saw us running.&lt;br /&gt;but they began to look &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;amused&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when they saw us running &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;BACK.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was wonderfully awesome!!!!&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;whhhee&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got really high!!&lt;br /&gt;and we went to macs(again) for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;where i spilled a &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;whole tray&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of milo and hash browns by slippin on the way up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;oh man...HAHA&lt;br /&gt;so jest brought me to the washroom, abi went to get help&lt;br /&gt;and they actualy replaced the whole tray of food for us.&lt;br /&gt;no actually only the milo but that's a long story&lt;br /&gt;yea but anw, it was fun eatin and chattin at macs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and embarrassin...but oh well&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and den after th arcade and walkin around&lt;br /&gt;( hey i didn play okay? i didn wanna get broke. but i did help with the basket ball game!!*&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;wink&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;we took a bus to www..&lt;br /&gt;and we met jest's mom.&lt;br /&gt;and after the long processpf waiting, we finally got in!!!&lt;br /&gt;and it was so &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;smashing cool&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;wewent to the wave pool the bendy river like pool with a cuurrent and de biggggg slide!!&lt;br /&gt;oh man!!&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to get the picts but eight dollars? for a pict?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but we ahd fun just the same and thanks to abl's water proof bag, we managed to get&lt;br /&gt;picts.!!&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dunno if i left anything out..hmm&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and i met yining and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;i know her name but i dunno how to spell it so i'll just refer to her as yining's friend no probs?&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;yea and so talked to her for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;after washing up and all we went to this small cafetaria for fries and drinks&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun!!&lt;br /&gt;we crpapped around, me and jest doin &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;weird skits&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as usual, tryin not to crack up durin the 'filmin'&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;den we headed home&lt;br /&gt;the day was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;SM&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ASH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;AWES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;OME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkh today.&lt;br /&gt;took bus with mom&lt;br /&gt;but we overshot te stop so we had to walk back and so we were late.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;went for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;spine x-ray&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun but i had to change into this weird super &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;long pink dress&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or ssmth&lt;br /&gt;it was quite weird but it was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;the nurse was jokin about me being &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;prenant&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(??!!!!what)&lt;br /&gt;and i was like haha. yea. kinda weird...&lt;br /&gt;but the doc says i still hafta go for &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;MRI&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which is damn &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;costly&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;my dad says i love him too much cos he needs to go for mri too&lt;br /&gt;so he says i love him thats why i wanna follow him do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and we had a lovely lunch and marina.&lt;br /&gt;saba and beef noodles and bimbimbab&lt;br /&gt;haha its real good,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;awesomely tasty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and den i walked around with mom&lt;br /&gt;and dad want to esplanade&lt;br /&gt;and den we bougth &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;GLORIA JEAN'S COFFEE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were havin a special so one cup only cost like two dollars&lt;br /&gt;not bad if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;but if i were ego i would say its nice cos it's got my name on it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;den now i am home bloggin&lt;br /&gt;hafta go piano later!!&lt;br /&gt;bah. i wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;wanna skip piano but just suggestin that would make me mom flip&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload the picts in the next post cos this one's alr so freakin long.&lt;br /&gt;man..&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toasts to happy hols!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5626346816886433271?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5626346816886433271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5626346816886433271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5626346816886433271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5626346816886433271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-if-i-squeezed-my-eyes-shut-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-2133897434531827986</id><published>2008-10-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:58:18.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... that's all i can say... they cut down the timin to like one fifty...&lt;br /&gt;i wrote so fast my hands feel like they've been put into a &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i think wrote wrongly for one question.&lt;br /&gt;so... oh well..&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tmr after math!!&lt;br /&gt;haha it's so cool that our end years are gonna be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss being this grade... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, next year i'll be able to train with monique and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the grad ones though. they sure a real &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wackily fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had lunch with jest,cindy,maycia,abi and val..&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny. man, the subject of the lively chatter makes me &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;lose my appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chiong art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;... due on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;which means we have to pass it up before leaving. dunno if that's good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;why do all the pictures of the models they draw so&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;anorexic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; looking?&lt;br /&gt;they are too&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;skinny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; tall,&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to draw your own face there without puking..&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea how i'm gonna color it.&lt;br /&gt;haven done color scheme..sad...&lt;br /&gt;haha tmr is &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;doomsday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;during&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;math paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; anyway.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i feel like just sleepin now till tmr after the&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;math paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;my mom says i hafta &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; more. which i'm gonna do like now. so yea. okok&lt;br /&gt;have fun mugging or doing whatever you're doing!xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-smile because you never know who is falling in love with your smile xd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-2133897434531827986?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8403922601236139989</id><published>2008-10-05T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:05:05.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;i won't be going back to kfc soon..HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;not theonein toa payoh anyway&lt;br /&gt;youth was cool.&lt;br /&gt;i for one one was glad it was held at the other church.&lt;br /&gt;worship was fun... yea definitely. something different but still fun.&lt;br /&gt;the message was really interesting.and meaningful&lt;br /&gt;like the points given really got me to thinkin..haha&lt;br /&gt;haha. i found myself actualy listenin to the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;whole entire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; thing!wow...&lt;br /&gt;and i was actually excited bout the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;and discipleship was... different.and nice. we had it on a stage.haha.&lt;br /&gt;thnks to the camera..haha.&lt;br /&gt;but the picts were blur.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mel, for the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; food!!!xdxd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;at kfc..haha&lt;br /&gt;but it was freaky at the same time. the queues were long but serene and i&lt;br /&gt;had no trouble entertainin ourselves and even almost sang &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;veggetales&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay the freaky part was when we were eating. some small kid came and &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"proclaimed her love for the whole of kfc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; boy, kfc was bringing children smiles.haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun think it's nice to explain in detail so i'll just leave it for your wildest imagination!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUnday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the new place again.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;not much happened actually.&lt;br /&gt;just the ususal.&lt;br /&gt;when to toa payoh so serene could meet her friend.&lt;br /&gt;and oh my word, me saw the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; girl we saw the previous day at kfc &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;wearing the same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;serene just went like "i'm outta here" and dug behind me.&lt;br /&gt;me? i was laughin my head off thinking how&lt;s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; it was.&lt;br /&gt;we sat at mc donalds but we didn order anything&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to go to the upper deck cos we won't be noticed.&lt;br /&gt;but small kids with &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; and &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;party hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; ruined our plan.&lt;br /&gt;so it was down to the corner of the first floor for a poor second &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we just left some of the food that someone else had consumed on the table&lt;br /&gt;and acted like we were stuffed full from macs.&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;cool idea eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else was the same though and tmr is &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;chinese test&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really dreadin &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;...i'd rather do another history paper or smth.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but then after the exams its gonna be &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;i hope.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-8185383420063025304</id><published>2008-10-02T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T03:48:11.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SOWwLvaiTeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DHY5fzgDiAU/s1600-h/My+Lyfe+Part0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252798256150367714" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="198" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SOWwLvaiTeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DHY5fzgDiAU/s320/My+Lyfe+Part0604.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i think i ate too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha sorry this is weird but i suddenly remember.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ytd, we went to jestellynn's house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i had fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i really ate &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;loads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was smashing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no kidding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was just awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;latte's the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though he can be freaky too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we were goofing around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha with hats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cap was too darn big...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my head looked even smaller than it alr is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jest looked like jest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cindy was funny with her &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hyper-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man we looked like a bunch of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;idiots&lt;/s&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did more romeo and juliette stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo romeo,i adore thy skin of porceline and thy eyes filled with haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i feel so safe in thy's embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juliette juliette i smell something foul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;could it be thy's char siew pao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo romeo be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;or i'll drive you over with my van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juliette juliette i am utterly disappointed in thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;go bang thy head upon that big big tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo romeo i love thee so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i love thee from thy's head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juliette juliette thy eyes i admire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they shine so big and blue like a glistering sapphire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo romeo thou says the sweetest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;comenow, to thee a love song i shall sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juliette juliette get a life please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when thou singest, even the monkeys would tease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo oh romeo don't be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;come let's play castle you'll be the king and i'll be the queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;juliette oh juliette thy attitude has yet to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;why doth thou thinketh so strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo romeo you don't understand any girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i love to dance i love to swirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i love to live in my own world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and so on and so forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was crazily merry and fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;DELICIOUSLY AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the only way to describe it!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it was freaking fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talked alot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cally joined us a little later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course we &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;studied&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did study...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all, that's why we went there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to study...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as you know our plans don't always work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we studied alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okok we studied &lt;u&gt;majority&lt;/u&gt; of the time with a little bit of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so maybe we played more than we intended to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hell, it was smashin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno why, it just was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so sorry for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel so connected even though we've never met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and today, cindy ate &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wasabi&lt;/span&gt; fries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i freaked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'm so bored nowadays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;monophobia&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too bad for me eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i keep playing the piano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all i play is one song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i get bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if i actually wanted to have &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;brilliant awesome fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know someone who would be swearing at me non-stop till the ends of the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but oh well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;another thing i wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;can you really love someone so much that you woudn't be bothered about your own life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just to save the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;could you really love someone so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that nothing matteres so long as your loved one was safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is it possible to even understand love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why did he die for people he didn't even know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;why did he suffer so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;when it made no difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;okay so maybe it made sense if you were reffering to great people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;like moses or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm just some normal person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;who probably never understand how deep his love was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and yet when you think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe that's why they call it love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe love is a measure word for something that can't be measured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe love is the only word that can describe the undescribable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;like there is no true definition for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because love itslef holds everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe love is the only thing that can keep you smiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even when you face the biggest challenges in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe love is what everybody lives for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe that's what keeps people alive subconsciously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but it's such a big thing, its so hard to explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so the only way you'd ever find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is to experience the biggest love of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and you'll know how you can keep on living &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;even when you feel like you've lost the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;love spures you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6153937937584366503-8185383420063025304?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/8185383420063025304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=8185383420063025304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8185383420063025304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/8185383420063025304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-ate-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/SOWwLvaiTeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DHY5fzgDiAU/s72-c/My+Lyfe+Part0604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-685236450330232609</id><published>2008-10-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:07:39.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though we never mentioned her name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she still lingered between the lines of our words...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok history's down...&lt;br /&gt;it was so weird&lt;br /&gt;shouldn have wasted my time wrecking my brains&lt;br /&gt;studying so much anout chandragupta and his mauryan empire.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, they tested on China. and i freaked.&lt;br /&gt;so i made up my own stuff that sounded right and just dumped everything together...&lt;br /&gt;it kinda workds when i found out that jest wrote exactly the same. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to pretend it didn't hurt so much everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it was the right thing to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but at the end of the day, i'll still never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it hurt when i turned my away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it hurt when your eyes bore down right deep and you had nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it hurt because it mattered so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's probably because my life you've touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe i couldn bear to see you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe i couldn understand you or anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe i was just lying to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's not about a stolen treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;neither was it anywhere near sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it just tasted bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and it goes to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it always hurts when you let someone go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-685236450330232609?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/685236450330232609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=685236450330232609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/685236450330232609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/685236450330232609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/even-though-we-never-mentioned-her-name.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-7990281782893070649</id><published>2008-10-01T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:27:35.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm barely survivin suddenly..&lt;br /&gt;its soo long till the exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm tired of studyin cos i dun study that much anyway..&lt;br /&gt;okok so i do study quite a fair bit&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;that's not the point&lt;br /&gt;the point is i can't do anything fun without feeling guilty...&lt;br /&gt;i hate that feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i wonder sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how some people in the world seem to have everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;like big bizzare cars that are made to be able to go at a speed nobody is allowed to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;have big houses with so many rooms and beds its amazing how they can never feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what i mean is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is it possible to have eveything in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and yet have nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that's funny is'nt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i think what's even more amazing to this thing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;is it possible to have nothing in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but yet have everything your heart could ever wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it sounds so nonsensical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but at the same time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it's like that's what keeps people living...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha. oh well... i'll probably post something else later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;toasts to what i've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-7990281782893070649?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/7990281782893070649/comments/default' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4266746115794360630</id><published>2008-10-01T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:52:27.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha oops.haha haven't posted for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four more papers to go..&lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging in there...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i live..&lt;br /&gt;hahaxd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4266746115794360630?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4266746115794360630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4266746115794360630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4266746115794360630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4266746115794360630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-oops.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5564656246964906639</id><published>2008-09-30T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:51:38.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i gazed out the window as i prayed the storm would pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe if the storm ever ended, she would come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the final drops of rain never seemed to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as i listened to the howling of the wind i imagined everything i ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;grass wet from the morning dew tickling my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the sunshine warming my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i ever wanted was for the storm to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i ever wanted was to sniff the fresh smell that lingered in the cold air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;after the last drops of rain fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i ever wanted was to breathe in the clean air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;all i ever wanted was to be able to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;maybe it was impossiblebut as impossible as it might seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i waited and waited hoping the storm would pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i would see the rainbow of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the wind chilled my spine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;frozed my body right up to the last vein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i held me breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hoping to make this moment last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;as i pressed my nose to the glass pane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my breath fogged up the glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blocking my vision of the woman i would probably never see again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;tears slipped down the curves of my face as i furiously rubbed away the thin mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but i was too lateshe was gone...probably to some land i would never find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hair was of the purest white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;her face a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;there was something behind her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that seemed to stare right down into the deepest secrets of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she seemed like an old fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that had stepped right into the disaster of the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;she looked so strong yet too fragile to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;just one touch and she might disappearshe might become just a white cloud of mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it seemed like somebody that could keep you alive even in the deepest torments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and yet she looked like the cause of deaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;somebody who could disappear with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and return with fire in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5564656246964906639?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5564656246964906639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5564656246964906639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5564656246964906639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5564656246964906639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-gazed-out-window-as-i-prayed-storm.html' title=''/><author><name>life on 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gets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-6264551655008444491?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/6264551655008444491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=6264551655008444491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6264551655008444491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6264551655008444491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-ready-to-let-go.html' title='i&apos;m not ready to let go'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-4726104448642105034</id><published>2008-09-28T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T04:39:48.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticks and stones may break my bones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but words can never hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those three words: they are gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sank my heart to a place deeper than hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sticks and stones would definitely be much easier to bear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind, i was standing on a cliff, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i imagined jumping off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i imagined spreading my hands trying to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i imagined myself falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i imagined someone catchin me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someoned who would never let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i realise that for the first time i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;was doing something i had never done before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was hoping...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt the heat of her palm scald my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt the heat of the sun shear through my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt the wind blow through my hair as i grasped her hand tightly, never wanting to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt a tear slide down the curves of my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt her tug at my arm, urging me to go home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;were there any boundaries?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;could home really be where the heart is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;could you really go to the ends of the earth and still be home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how did home feel like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didn't matter that it would leave a scar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it didn't matter that i was harming myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so long as i could relief myself of the numbness i'd been feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might only be a short moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but in that short moment i could find myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in that moment i could breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i stared down at the sharp silver blade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i felt a sense of regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay so maybe it did matter that i would never be the same person anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it really did matter that i would probably never feel the same again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but then i realised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might have mattered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might have mattered to the cheerleaders with perfect milky white skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it might have mattered to the those bar attendents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it didn't matter to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would lay awake and fantasize that this whole thing was a fake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that the next morning, I will be kissed awake by my mother &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and my father would be at the dining table reading the morning news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long after my parents’ death, I would lay awake and try to listen to the wind howling, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wondering if it could be my parents’ way of communicating with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would try to figure out if the reason my heart ached &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that I could not let go was because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my parents were still somewhere out there, alive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unheard melody~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-4726104448642105034?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/4726104448642105034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=4726104448642105034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4726104448642105034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/4726104448642105034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-6823872620069837902</id><published>2008-09-28T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:08:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey dudes&amp;amp;dudettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been draggy during &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;exam period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;...hmm. but i have fun lo&lt;br /&gt;haha i have fun no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;okok here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRiday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four of us played sparklers. it was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. me, nicole, jermyn and sae am...&lt;br /&gt;it was real fun.haha.&lt;br /&gt;there were some british people who seemed &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;fascinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; with our sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;and they were like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG CAN I HAVE ONE???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;and den we made dis very very &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;extremely cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;AH. should've taken a picture!!then it would be soo cool!!&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, jermyn said he'd done it loads of times so we tried it out.&lt;br /&gt;sae am was super cute luh her reactions!!&lt;br /&gt;especially when we were tryin to build a flyer&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TRYING&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; whether it was successful or not, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;but the matchsticks were gazillion years old.&lt;br /&gt;but it was still &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;smashin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;haha,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;studied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; at de library with nicole ad sae am.&lt;br /&gt;it was freaking fun.&lt;br /&gt;sae am smartly piled up all the books to make a make shift table.&lt;br /&gt;nicole and i took extremely &lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,(understatement of the century)&lt;br /&gt;chinese(of all books)=books which i repeat, were &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;giaganticly crazily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; big..&lt;br /&gt;that was a good idea. ecxcept when we put themon our legs,&lt;br /&gt;it was super heavy...ow..&lt;br /&gt;we struggled to get up everytime.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;that was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SunDay&lt;br /&gt;first day in the other church.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;it sorta brought back the true meaning of church especially now that there is no air con and all..&lt;br /&gt;but we went back to the old church for games later.&lt;br /&gt;that was &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;smashingly rad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. it was so &lt;u&gt;awesome&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh and get this, i had no idea the things below the stage were cupboards!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe i'm abit outta date, but it was soo cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;then went lunch with yi ning mel and serene's friend(sorry i dunno how to spell your name lo)&lt;br /&gt;at mos burger. it was funny. but yining kept starin at this guy who was playin smth &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;vigourously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;( someone sugeested &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cooking mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;(??)) they all thought it was gay. but none of us stared...&lt;br /&gt;except yining... so we left in the end.&lt;br /&gt;and i went for ballet.HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;if you asked me how it went i'd say &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;OWW...BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dats how my weekends were.&lt;br /&gt;if you wana know how my weekday will go, i'll just say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;heck..i'm gonna be dead soon&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can make it to wild wild wet even.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be too dead.&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAFTA GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; IT'LL BE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMASHING AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to joycelyn's very far thinking, we've got lotsa stuff planned,&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i gotta go...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;caramelicous frothes&lt;br /&gt;~caramello~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-190761248934738098</id><published>2008-09-24T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:17:01.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;her eyes saw right through me..&lt;br /&gt;i felt her gaze burning through my skin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could do nothing but look away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok latest news...just a short one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maycia's coins dropped into her lunch just now...&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;jestellynn banged her head &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on the table during art while "arting"&lt;br /&gt;her excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i didn know the table was so high -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well at least that knocked some laughter into me. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, joycelyn just let me listen to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...cool song lo!&lt;br /&gt;too bad we cun get it off de place we usually get.&lt;br /&gt;and aimini dun have it...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and dat dude on the bloskin, he's name is &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gaspard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; something.&lt;br /&gt;weird name but cool..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. too bad he &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;passed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; the role of edward..&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;sad&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; though.. he would have made it&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i think..haha he's damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;mundane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; today other than these stuff&lt;br /&gt;we just stared at the teacher most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;and durin art, we were all fussing over the length of the model's body.&lt;br /&gt;its really hard to draw proportion... sounds wrong but oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wana go sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now is lscep. the perfect time to just &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wack out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so while i'm typin. joycelyn is lookin for songs,&lt;br /&gt;jest is watchin some show with abi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mention kusumo was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"cat fighting"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with su ann yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;of course they weren hurtin each other but i was laughin like hell..&lt;br /&gt;my sides ached smacked when i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;over my head flew tissue paper and other stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; they intended to aim at each other..&lt;br /&gt;sadly, either they are good at dodging stuff or their aimin is...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;but it was &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; fun to watch anyway...&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; romeo and juliet and went on to the latest..&lt;br /&gt;which was really wackily funny...&lt;br /&gt;we are sooo creative compliments to jestellynn's wild imagination and our toning down...&lt;br /&gt;it turned out something &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pieces of me..&lt;br /&gt;haha that the song playin now... this i predict will be an extremely long post...&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;i gotta &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; today when i get home and i'm &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dreading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;augh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joycelyn is doin my blogskin.haha&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ok dats all..haha no buts. its gonna be &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freakin cool...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hope. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else leh...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-190761248934738098?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/190761248934738098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=190761248934738098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/190761248934738098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/190761248934738098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/her-eyes-saw-right-through-me.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-1279246793256598029</id><published>2008-09-24T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T03:13:02.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lights, camera, action!!</title><content type='html'>don't ask... i sucked damn badly for math...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say hello to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;romeo and juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and for once, i'm not the guy..&lt;br /&gt;haha...actually, we fused many stuff together and modified the whole thing...&lt;br /&gt;haha... and it was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;dead funny&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;it made school &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;superb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fexcept for the results part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;thank God for cool ppl like dear Abigail&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perfect life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;thnk you abi, you're the best!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xdxd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;american idol... if you wan to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;laugh your lungs freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are just so &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;obscene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;. wait did i spell that right?&lt;br /&gt;but really, for a good laugh, watch american idol the first auditions...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, i'd better go before i get&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;skinned&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha haven done my chores...oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cheerios and nutkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felacaraphomeny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-1279246793256598029?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/1279246793256598029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=1279246793256598029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1279246793256598029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/1279246793256598029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/lights-camera-action.html' title='lights, camera, action!!'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5948998959499679136</id><published>2008-09-23T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:37:28.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i i wish i knew if it was for real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Is how long must I wait to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause I'm still here so far away from home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I close my eyes and I see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've never been more homesick than now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why i put this song here... but i suddenly thought of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;could you take my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and never let it go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;could you show me the world through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;could you open up your world and let me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cos i wish i knew if it was for real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;this feeling its so hard to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i worry that i won't ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cos i've given it all i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but somehow you're still as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;far away as you've ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i can't even seem to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;cos no tear won't leave my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i can't understand the reason why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i'm still where i began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;could you take me back in time and back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mymy today i guess is song day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would have given you all of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And he's taken just all that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby I knowThe first cut is the deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it comes to lovin' me, he's worst...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still want you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I'm sure gonna give you a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you want I'll try to love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but I know..oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Baby I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it comes to bein' lucky, he's cursed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When it comes to lovin' me, he's worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Try to love again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;xd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Obviously'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently I've been,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopelessly reaching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out for this girl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's out of this world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got a boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He drives me round the bend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos he's 23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's in the marines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'd kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But so many nights now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find myself thinking about her now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause obviously,She's out of my league&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But how can I win&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She keeps draggin' me in and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I never will be good enough for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never will be good enough for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta escape now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get on a plane now. yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off to L.A and that's where I'll stay, for two years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll put it behind me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to a place where she can't find me, oh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause obviously,She's out of my league,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wastin' my time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause she'll never be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i never will be good enough for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, noNever will be good enough for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's outta my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never know where I stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I'm not good enough for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's good enough for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause obviously,She's out of my league,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm wastin' my time'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause she'll never be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An I know i never will be good enough for her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never will be good enough for her&lt;/em&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/6153937937584366503-5948998959499679136?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5948998959499679136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5948998959499679136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5948998959499679136'/><link 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style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;couldn&lt;/s&gt; go&lt;/span&gt; to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;and today our group was going to reherse the choral reading and because i didn go, they can't do anything!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'M SOOO SORRY CASHMERE LO!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;AND SORRY JEST!! I COULDN PASS YOU YOUR HOME ECS STUFF!!! SOOOOO SORRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I WAS GOING TO BRING IT&lt;/span&gt;....i swear i was...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to come to school up till five thirty this morning when i couldn get up..&lt;br /&gt;gosh the pain in my leg was &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;excruciatin&lt;/span&gt;( did i spell that right? no i dun think so...) and i couldn even get up! &lt;u&gt;i'm &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;really reallly sorryy&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aughh my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;stupid leg&lt;/span&gt;... of all days to hurt, it had to hurt at the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;carnival and today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;OF ALL DAYS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and now i'm doing history.. going to the docs later...right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;like that would actually help....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and my mom arranged for me to see a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;physiotherapist&lt;/span&gt;.... crap... i bet its gonna hurt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;ouch...&lt;/s&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/6153937937584366503-6826402785374572716?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/6826402785374572716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=6826402785374572716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6826402785374572716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6826402785374572716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-6472144324280712912</id><published>2008-09-22T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:50:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ello!!&lt;br /&gt;haha..okok... firstly it was seriously &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i joined my rents for badminton...&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo tired i didn wanna play till the last like hmm... &lt;u&gt;fifteen min&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;slept most of the time though...&lt;br /&gt;and i started askin myself why i actually went since i didn do much there anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today huiyi(joycelyn) got like &lt;u&gt;super super freakin &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos we were talkin bout goin &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wild wild wet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after the exams, which seem so far away...&lt;br /&gt;and she kept jumpin up and down. i've never seen her so high since teachers day i think...&lt;br /&gt;anw, she was like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estatic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;well i am really excited and all too..&lt;br /&gt;except got all the exams.&lt;br /&gt;which by the way are seriously freakin me out.&lt;br /&gt;its so stressin....&lt;br /&gt;cos i dunno how to study and prepare...&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just starin at my books and prayin hard i'll pass...&lt;br /&gt;xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm sort &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;band&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from chocs cos its got milk in it...&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i'll miss them &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreadfully&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAUUGHH!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope mingyue comes soon though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MING YUE! I SHALL PERSONALLY INVITE YOU HERE OKAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLS COME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE ALL MISS YOU LOADS YEA??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok good you're comin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xdxd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like drinkin mango juice..dunno why...xdxd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh and i've posted this before but since serene reminded me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Things i can't understand&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.. I know where my watch is pal, where is yours?&lt;br /&gt;2 People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;3 When people say 'Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too'.right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;4 When people say 'it's always the last place you look'. Of course it is. Why would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;5 When people say while watching a film 'did you see that?'. No dear, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;6 People who ask 'Can I ask you a question?'... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;7 . When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;8 When people say 'life is short'. What?? Life is the longest thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?&lt;br /&gt;9 When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks 'Has the bus come yet?'. If the bus came would I be standing here?&lt;br /&gt;p.s.okay i noe this is not a letter but here goes: you prob have read this elsewhere...o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha its so funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i gtg now!!!&lt;br /&gt;byes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-6472144324280712912?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/6472144324280712912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=6472144324280712912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6472144324280712912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/6472144324280712912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/ello-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-367607105485003057</id><published>2008-09-21T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T03:48:34.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hmmm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today was okay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;church was fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the games were just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;awesome,&lt;/span&gt; complimemts the dianne xd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean i think this is the first time since like youth camp we had such interesting games!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU DIANNE!! GREAT JOB!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can't tell you how awesome the first class went...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was very..hmm... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;enlightenin&lt;/span&gt;? is that how its suppose to be described as?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i made my font extremely big and slanted...for a change...hm...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i preferred it when my background was black...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos then my words can be more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;colorful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;and i shall depart you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;with a word of wisdom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;never stand under a durian tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;especially in the fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;or was it winter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;oh whatever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;just never stand under a durian tree at any time of the year...xd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-367607105485003057?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/367607105485003057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=367607105485003057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/367607105485003057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/367607105485003057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-155284974108122045</id><published>2008-09-20T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:51:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the only words</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thing about telling lies is that after a while, you begin to believe your lies as well. Everyday, when everybody goes to sleep at night, I find myself creeping into the toilet just down the hallway. I am neither trying to show off nor am I trying to prove that I am daring. It is just to prove that I am still human, that I can still feel pain. As I feel the smooth blade slide through my skin, and see the ruby red blood ooze out of my cut, I feel relieved. Sure it hurts, but if this proves that am still normal and that I still have feelings, I am willing to do it. I tell myself that I am not hurting my body, that this is not an addiction and that in time, I will stop cutting myself. I tell myself that this pain I am feeling will make the rest of my problems disappear for one short moment. Even in just that short moment I am able to find myself, I am able to breathe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cool eh?..haha nope, that's not me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's what  wrote for hw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;part of what i wrote....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dunno why i'm puttin it here though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the talk about how sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me was just nonsense. For when my aunt gently broke the news to me, I felt my world crash right down to a place deeper than hell. The three words ‘they are gone’ will hurt my heart forever. Sticks and stones would have been definitely easier to bear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For many long nights after my parents’ death, I would lay awake and fantasize that this whole thing was a fake and that the next morning, I will be kissed awake by my mother and my father would be at the dining table reading the morning news. Long after my parents’ death, I would lay awake and try to listen to the wind howling, wondering if it could be my parents’ way of communicating with me. I would try to figure out if the reason my heart ached and that I could not let go was because my parents were still somewhere out there, alive, looking for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I had already found a way to make myself seem less noticeable. I would keep my head bowed down and slug my shoulders. That way, nobody really notices me. It works. But each time I see a group of girls huddled together in one group laughing and looking as if they were the happiest girls in the world, my heart ached badly, and hot tears stung my eyes. But I never let my tears fall. Tears showed that I was weak and I needed to be strong if I wanted to survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I entered the room, my eyes darting around the small enclosed but bright space. I was surprised. The councilor’s office was different from what all the rumors described. Instead of the shocking pink room with laces adorned at every corner and furry carpets I expected, I was met with a bright sunny yellow room with orange sofas that looked so soft I wanted to sink into one and disappear forever. Lovely paintings were hung on the wall and they seemed to be telling their own individual story.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I took a deep breath as I looked up at the building. It was painted a sunny yellow with a porch that had a garden swing. Girls were sitting on the wooden benches placed at the foot of the steps that let to the building. Nodding on slender stalks were flowers, white and palest pink: they glimmered as a mist amid the rich hue of the grass. Morning glories climbed up the building, reaching for the sun. The boles of trees glowed with a soft green like young grass. The twigs that fell to the foot of the trees were stretched out stiff and still, as if reaching out to the sun’s warm. The whole place in front of me looked like a dream. ‘Breathe in the country air my dear,’ my grandmother told me, ‘it’s good for your soul.’ I had never been to the country and I marveled at the field to the right of the building, with grass greener than I had ever seen. I took a deep breathe as my grandmother took me firmly by the hand and let me into the place that would change my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I walked with her among the trees, my feet scuffling along the leaves making a lovely noise that reminded me of autumn when all the leaves fell to the ground. Autumn had been my favorite season. When I was a little girl, I would eagerly rush out of the house with my parents just to jump into piles and piles of leaves. The leave piles were huge, and I was little. This makes them the perfect spot to hide- among the biggest piles of dried, rusty colored leaves- when my parents try to find me. As I trampled on the leaves, I missed my parents more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything or at least more things seems clear now. My parents are not history. A part of them still lives. I am the part of them who would continue to travel lives’ journey. They are the part of me that would give me the courage and strength to carry on living, no matter how tough life gets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;man, it was so cool when i wrote this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was so fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;these are only fragments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xd- clastronamphitro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-155284974108122045?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/155284974108122045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=155284974108122045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/155284974108122045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/155284974108122045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-words.html' title='the only words'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153937937584366503.post-5102309397558225806</id><published>2008-09-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:39:22.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it wasn for you, neither was it for me.</title><content type='html'>ello...&lt;br /&gt;ok so i screwed big time...&lt;br /&gt;my mind blurred...felt damn bad cos i was suppose help rachel...&lt;br /&gt;and she's sick...den i went to screw it all...&lt;br /&gt;guess it shows that we aren't perfect.&lt;br /&gt;and that when you do this kinda thing, do it for God,&lt;br /&gt;cos he who would understand and appreciate your effort even if you crapped out..&lt;br /&gt;i guess so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then when you do it, you don't do it for men, neither do you do it for&lt;br /&gt;your benefit, cos nobody's perfect and if we spen our whole life tryin to please people like that,&lt;br /&gt;we'd be dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that i screwed now i guess.&lt;br /&gt;not cos i really wanted to screw.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i've learned something important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important...yea...&lt;br /&gt;gossh i'm good at comfortin myself eh?&lt;br /&gt;haha jokin lo..&lt;br /&gt;okok gtg! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6153937937584366503-5102309397558225806?l=peachy-keens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/feeds/5102309397558225806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6153937937584366503&amp;postID=5102309397558225806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5102309397558225806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6153937937584366503/posts/default/5102309397558225806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachy-keens.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-wasn-for-you-neither-was-it-for-me.html' title='it wasn for you, neither was it for me.'/><author><name>life on fire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09067897543836538108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jmMVzuYbvzg/Smqf9En1pOI/AAAAAAAAASs/A2CoZ2psh8E/S220/everybody!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
